|Two walls covered with mural from short film, "Doodle"|
directed by Charles Frank.
I spent five hours sequestered in a 14 foot x 14 foot room today. It started innocently. I thought I would straighten the bed covers in my son’s room. Then, I thought to pick up a few pieces of paper that had fallen behind his desk. I noticed his bulletin board was crooked. After knocking it down while striving to straighten it, I decided to regroup, repin and reorganize the bulletin board’s display. I took several phone calls while lying on my son’s Tempurpedic-like mattress. The respite allowed me a view of his bookshelves that were so cluttered that the books were no longer in evidence. It took me at least thirty minutes to rework them, discovering as I did so, two overdue library books for my effort. More calls, more contemplation. When I hung up the next time, I headed into the bathroom for a fistful of wipes. I started wiping down every surface that was not wood or fabric with Chlorox wipes. There was more dust than I thought possible. I found myself unable to stop my instinct to empty, sort, and discard. Every shelf, cabinet and notebook was purged using my well-honed organizational skills. It wasn’t until the fourth hour that I realized my kinship with an archeologist. As I dug through layers of electronics, bric-a-brac, balls and schoolwork, I moved back through time, arriving, abruptly in 2008. I believe I arrived at that juncture because it was the last time that my son’s room had been completely, utterly, devastatingly deconstructed.
|Elevated by their congruence, three cameras from|
The last hour of the five was dedicated to putting things back into the room. Now it follows a clear floor plan; a section is dedicated to film equipment and boxes for said equipment. There is an electronics station, a desk, a bed and a newly acquired papasan chair in which to read, chill and listen to music. The closet claims an entirely separate zip code. All in all, it was a productive effort.
I hope he will think so!