I've been experimenting with films and processes, and now I remember why I bothered to get a studio. The home version is bullshit. I need a space where I can be sloppy and not worry about poisoning anyone but myself, a place where I can leave the chemical bottles and jars sitting about and not worry about getting them out of the way and putting them out of site. I spend most of my time trying to figure out the logistics of what I am trying to do. Yup. I remember now why I got a studio.
But whatever. The deal is done. I may ask the True Artist if I can rent a small space in his studio for a few dollars a month. How few remains to be seen.
I find that I am stupid this morning and have nothing to say. It took me quite a while to discover this simple fact, but once discovered, there was nothing to do about it, so. . . .