My head goes off to NOMADES. They travel with all their belongings on the back of a pony. Together they can erect an Urt [ I think its called] then boil water and make mint tea. There they all enjoy it together.
After trying to pack up this house I wonder of all the things I just can’t let go of. An artist needs to create constantly and have inventory.
I have a large place where I can store inventory but I can’t bring myself to live there without its force, B.
Every day now I have been bringing bags of stuff to the second hand store. Then I bring some things to my new room.
Still there is so much of B’s inventory downstairs. To look after another artist’s memory is both an honour and hard.
Every day I do more and more and more. eventually I will be done. One way or another.