I sometimes recall an old work space of sorts: a converted dining room in a mostly empty, old house where cats came in through the windows. A dining table provided a large work area.
The room had a gothic ambiance of family antiques that had seen better days. The home would later devolve into a level of Grey Gardens-esque chaos.
At that time who would have predicted the creation of the internet (besides certain visionary science heads)? These days I’m into writing and photo art – the internet being a popular venue in which to be seen or unseen, worshiped or vilified, or something in between.
In the presence of my current boxy work spaces, I sometimes miss the days of the antique table in the gothic room.
A. F. Waddell 