Tootgarook studio
Well, we are back 'home' on the Mornington Peninsula just south of Melbourne. This is called procrastination. I took this photo this morning, and rather than go and attack and sort and record and organise, I am sitting here blogging under the pretence of doing something. The large paintings in the back left are from my last exhibition three years ago. The large flat boxes and two large bubble wrapped paintings on the right arrived from Port Hedland about a month ago. The rest of the work has been residing on level 31 of the Human Services building in Bourke Street, Melbourne for the past 10...12 years. The Department of Human Services is relocating to the 26th floor and no longer requires the services of my paintings, some of which date back to 1995, my last year as an undergraduate at university.
So now I am waiting for the rain and the wind to stop so I can set up the easel in the back yard and photograph the decades of work. I am waiting for a set of bookshelves to arrive so I can unpack the 10 or 12 boxes, currently housed in the spare room, full of magazine subscriptions and catalogues of inspiration. And I am waiting for incentive to kick in.
I found this in The Good Weekend on Saturday and I am going to quote it verbatim.
POSITIVE PROCRASTINATION
People who like to put stuff off need feel guilty no longer. Turns out procrastination can be put to good use: to get things done other than the task you are putting off. Scientists reason that procrastinators rarely do nothing, so they can still be productive if they do (useful) stuff when they're avoiding doing other stuff.
So if the scientists agree, and I rationalise that what I am doing is useful, I really don't need to sort this studio out for a few more weeks yet.
