The mess...

I spent a few hours today cleaning up my work table. It was a wreck. There was an abundance beads and findings. Yes, it's true. I'll admit it. I am a certifiable mess when I work. I guess I've always been like this. It was never fun, as a child, to play with one toy at a time or color with one crayon at a time. It's always been the entire box of crayons all over the floor that I am pretty sure drove my mom batty.
I've tried to be a tidy, organized artisan. I see photos of other artists studio spaces and can only dream of such neatness. The closest I come to being tidy is my bead/tackle boxes. I love them and thier color-coded-ptouch-goodness. But, other than my storage system, it truly is pointless. I've never been one to sketch and plan designs out. Tried it. It didn't work. I guess you could say, I fly by the seat of my pants. I pick a color palate dump some stuff on the table and start working. There is just something about having a plethora of supplies on my table ready to be made into something wonderful. Inevitably it goes from working on one project to having as many as three going at the same time. It's a method of creativity that is perhaps a little ADd, perhaps even a bit manic. But for me, it works. That is, until I have to come to terms with the disaster I've created and begin the clean up.