New Leaf?

I swore last week I would turn over a new leaf if I got into Smithsonian.....so of course I spent this whole week sort of cleaning my house.  Here's the thing - I really really suck at cleaning, so of course my house was/is (sort of) a disaster.  Which makes me dread cleaning even more.  But my dear friend pointed out we could no longer see out of any of the windows.  Dear Kit Kat helped me clean the windows but I had to do the dusting and vacuuming myself.  There is not enough Pledge in the world to deal with all the dust....
But today I'm getting into the studio.
The picture above is called "Julian Schnabel's house", a piece i made over a year ago, and sold before I could really even appreciate what it was all about.
I've had a strange couple of days in addition to the whole house cleaning thing.  People contacting me from my past.  It's made me really reflect on who I am.  But it's also put me in an alternative place in my mind.  Last night I actually drove my dear old newly rebuilt fragile car over a big curb (that came out of nowhere) and when I was looking underneath to see what damage I'd done, I locked the car with EVERTHING in it.....keys, money, phone.  fuck fuck fuck.  Another wake up call to the need for absolutely BEING HERE NOW.  Why do I keep pushing the snooze button?