Momentum

It started as a simple request—the table I moved from my art studio needed to be shuffled to my storage unit before winter. I asked a buddy to help me move it. Upon reaching the drop-off location, we realized there was barely any room to fit the 4-foot by 4-foot table with the legs intact. As soon as I faced the dilemma, I remembered my siblings and I were having a yard sale the next day at my brother's house.

As I pulled items to make room, memories flooded back, and I started hauling them to the truck with a mix of nostalgia and determination. This turned into two trips to the storage unit and two trips to my brother's house. With each load, I found a little more wiggle room around me.

I dusted off items to sell and gave new life to some with a little polish and shine.

What does this have to do with art? Not much, really.

Yet.

But it will soon.