I DID get through a lot of Boxes of Stuff last night...most of which got trashed. I have an embarrassing amount of paper that needs to be drawn on still. Two boxes worth. Type paper, legal sized paper (which I fold and turn into sketchbooks,) pads of Bristol Board, animation paper... Makes me itch to draw. Not yet my little smurf.
I found lots of cartoons that I haven't organized. Some formal on Bristol, some idle little doodelies on yellow legal pads, type paper, heck even on receipt paper. Cartoons from my life in Seattle, cartoons about the movie theater, Alex cartoons...most I had forgotten about. They were fresh and new and yet comfortable old friends.
Going through all of these things I feel like I am peeling layers of my life back like an onion. I try to be unsentimental but finding old photos, old letters, old drawings, journal entries, it is an impossible to be objective. I stopped a few times and read and remembered and laughed and cried. I kept some letters that I suspect I may throw away in a few years but I can not do so yet. They are still precious to me.
I have an enormous box of Things to be Trashed.
5 boxes gone though...More to go. My filling cabinet and 4 file boxes await. That's going to be an adventure. Art projects, Xena cartoons, Sheridan animations and layouts, photos, newspaper clippings, talks, emails...lurk in there. Also...more PAPER. Going through them I fall back further and further in time. Mission? Weber State? Davis High? Check.
Have I really been THAT prolific...and shouldn't I have been even more so?
I have three bags of things that are earmarked for DI (the local thrift shop.)
The purging is good.
It feels like losing weight.