My plan chest, a battered old oak one that I bought from Queen
Elizabeth Grammar school (that was the first Elizabeth:
it's an old school) and restored resembles a geological formation.
Drawer upon drawer, stuffed to bursting with the artwork, posters,
publishers' letters, sketchbooks and folios, represent the eras
of my life. At the bottom you can find artwork from my foundation
course days while the top drawer, labelled 'Current' is anything
but: it's work that was current five or six years ago.
Limiting myself to one drawer, the top one, I go through the papers,
assigning them to recycling, the rubbish bin or the appropriate
box files I keep on a shelf in the attic. So many memories.
I've enjoyed drawing every day this week but now I feel the need
to come back down to earth and bring a bit of order to my studio
before I start on book production again.