As I continue making space, I put the stuff that is hardest to part with in the studio. Expecting that some of it will have to stay. The floor here is a kind of patchwork. Pieces of wood stood on end, but never really finished by the previous owner of this place. It wiggles. The wiggly floor. I mentioned that once before. It is still like that, but now that I have removed all the carpets, I am looking at it again. It will probably have to go if this space becomes a greenhouse. Maybe just cement with a drain in the floor. There is no finish on the wood. I could burn it.
The book. It's a keeper, mentioned back here.
The basket, well, baskets are useful. This one is quite amazing really. It has cloth trim and feet.
From Indonesia. I wish I knew more of its story. I am thinking a lot about that lately. Knowing more about what you keep. One of these days I will write a little story about it while it has been here. And hide it inside, to be found. With a kind request to continue it. Message in a bottle basket,