I’m currently leasing my desk to some physicists working on entropy. I tidy every so often and get angry phone calls. I like the connections that disorder makes me produce. And its harder for serendipity to function when you’re hedging against thing getting lost.
The internet, the dumpster at the Japanese retirement home where my grandma lives…
I’m surrounded by a lot of old and unique things that I really treasure. But I’d have to say that I’m really attached to an old glass stamp with my last name in Kanji. My great-grandfather used it to do his banking and official business.
Besides being part of a group of reminders to keep starting again, I call them my ‘paper bunnies’. My studio gets dusty, the dust is accumulating, I am excited to see them blanketed with dust.