Location: San Francisco, California
Another pile of sand, or in this case bay fill.
I have had my loft in San Francisco for nineteen years. It has been my student lair, a working studio, my primary residence, a homey place to be when visiting the Bay Area, and place of hospitality for friends and family.
But as my interests are moving further away from San Francisco, it is time to bid it farewell. I look over at files of my artwork stored on three different types of extinct media and boldly toss them in the trash.
If I have not archived them by now, so be it.
Over the course of four days, and with the help of two friends, everything has been packed into a truck and ready for relocation.
How is it that I, an experienced packer always always underestimate the number of boxes I will need?
It was only on the last day, sitting on the floor of the now empty bedroom/office that the wave of memories crashed over me… choosing the wood finishes, tiles, flooring and lighting fixtures; my grad student projects at the San Francisco Academy of Art; quiet times with my first wife; reviewing the absurd California & San Francisco voting propositions; the politics of committee meetings; photo shoots in the next room; exploring the then-new phenomena of digital photography editing.
The memories tug at me. But even though the past has made me who I am, I have a new life now, and mad schemes for the future.
Yes, the sentiment is deep in this place, but I think the cash will be more practical