Sometimes...

...I come across something I made long, long ago.

I wonder why I've kept it. It was part of something bigger way back when, but now?It doesn't have a purpose and only means something because I, well, like it.
I especially like the table's imperfect legs.


And the wavy pencil lines.And the way its glossed surface shines in certain light, like a real glass top table.

This all seems very silly when facing a studio that needs to be cleaned, purged, and organized.But if I've learned anything, it's...