So the beep beep beeping of my drained little smoke detectors (four, count them four) on some subliminal level probably evoked this building sense of urgency. Like a timer ticking.
A lot of my habits were broken in May.
This was not one of them.
Inspired by every knock-kneed drunk bitch in platform stiletto heels.
The new studio space should be set up by the end of the month. Expect some finished works this fall.