I am in the midst of moving. Usually, a move inspires a major clutter-purge, but I did one of those six months ago; all that remains, conceivably, is to trim down my book collection. The odds of that? Slim. Once something is signed to me, I can't bear to get rid of it. Perhaps I can rationalize that I need those books as raw material for when I sort my shelves according to spine color...
There Is Nothing Wrong in This Whole Wide World
(Installation by Chris Cobb, Adobe Books)
In my new place I've got a platform, maybe 10 x 10 feet, that I'll be able to set up as a writing area--complete with a hodgepodge of shelves (I'm hoping to vary color and height, but keep them all wood). All I will need, in the middle of it all, is the comfiest possible chair in which to sit and read. And possibly this monotype, by Dorothy Anderson Grow:
I'm a fan of her work--I already own one piece. This one makes me think of the patch of gin bottles in the woods behind Edna St. Vincent Millay's house. If you're in the DC area, the Washington Printmaker's Gallery is holding a reception for Grow (with a 3 PM gallery talk) on Sunday, March 2, from 2 to 5 PM. I'll be busy moving that day--but because my new apartment is just down the street, I hope to pop in for a bit. Location, location, location.