Messy Room

Well, I hemmed and hawed about putting up some pictures of my new studio space.  I unpacked and unpacked and unpacked, and installed a wall (well, Katy and my Dad installed the wall), and unpacked.   And then, I started working.  There wasn't a lot of sitting around looking at the space.
 And the thing about me when I'm working is....I'm kind of a slob.  Things get piled up, piles tip over, there's stuff everywhere.  What would my mother say if I posted pictures of my messy room on the internet?
Speaking of my mom, remember when she came to Chicago and helped me pack and everything was, for the first time in my life, in perfect sorted order?  When she left, I worried about what it would look like in New York if everything was still in that state of tidiness.   Could I work that way?  Probably not.   The truth is, dear readers, I like a little chaos. 
So, here it is.  Every messy pile (well, not every messy pile, I do have my standards).
I have things (that my mom organized) sorted in boxes on the shelves, but the work surfaces (what surfaces? you ask yourself) are covered in piles, and that's how I like them.