Cleaning my studio is not a chore for me. No matter how organized I think I am, in the act of picking up I invariably find a brush I thought I’d lost, a sketch that was “mis-filed” or a half-eaten cruller. It also becomes a time of rediscovery - an old postcard unearthed that you didn’t even know you kept or a library book that was not returned on time (sorry, Ms. Brennan!) At any rate, I really like doing it. To have one’s materials, tools, references and inspirational objects (read: assorted crap) at the ready is a wonderful feeling. And it frees me up for the real work when I walk into the studio.