With the studio slightly re-arranged, the 1947 Featherweight has a new location. No longer are we facing out of one of the windows, now we are totally un-distracted by pigeons and squirrels. What hasn't changed is the chaos that accompanies me wherever I work. And that's o.k. because every time I do clean up, inevitably things get lost and I spend more time trying to find them than if I had just left well enough alone. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has that happen.
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