I’m trying to be brave. Honest. Yesterday morning, in an attempt to get myself moving, I had breakfast under the golden arches with a good friend. He’s very neat (he even folds his MacBag before putting it in the MacBin). I was telling him about my attempts to clear and organise my studio. For him the solution is simple. Just throw everything away. He lived abroad for a number of years and when he left to return here he simply threw or gave the majority of his stuff away.

I wish I was more like my friend (and Michael Landy). I’ve been driving round for over a week with the back of my car full of old materials that I’m intending to give away, but haven’t quite managed it yet. I have boxes of things that I keep moving from place to place in my (not large) studio. I need to do something radical. So, I’m going to be brave. I’m going to throw away my beloved little stove-top espresso. The rubber seal is perished and I have a new one (admittedly not as quirky and neat as this little model; you just pop an espresso cup on top and watch the coffee spit and splutter into it). It’s on it’s way to the bin. I promise.

I’m not really sure what I’m scared of. I do know there really is ebb and flow. Let some things go and there will be new things arriving (on my post MacDonald’s walk I found a beautiful red bucket and some very lovely pirate currency) but I seem to have a desperate need to cling on to what I have just now. I’m going to try my hardest to loosen my grip…