Eccentric I can handle, am comfortable with, often even proud of. Eccentric is a character trait and not pathological. (As long as it doesn't bother others or oneself, I guess!) Mad is something else. I've worked with mad as a psychiatric nurse and I've seen mad many times. It often begins as eccentric and harmless, but full-blown madness is not glamorous or desirable in any way. It may feel free to abandon the responsibility of functioning in life, but the loss of freedom is ultimately far greater.
So I had snapped all these photos in my "studio"(which somehow sounds so pretentious to me, especially since my "studio" is actually the lounge/sitting room which I have taken over, pushing the couches and chairs and TV into one corner and commandeering the rest).
The first is from the doorway:
The rest are of my boxes:
There are more in the kitchen and in other rooms. I enjoy making them and there's no doubt they help us find things, but it has got to where I struggle to throw out any box and accumulate boxes for future building and begin to envisage a time when the entire room will be taken up with boxes, like a miniature city with apartment blocks.
All because I don't know how to work with wood! Maybe it is just my Inner Carpenter trying to express herself...
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