May 1, 2005
Moved to another studio this week, third one since I first started this log. Apparently, forces greater than a
tornado had made its path directly through the studio space, consequently moving myself and the contents
to another space.This move for some reason has conjured up memories of my first space,
a constructed memory of sorts. Might have been the shifting of the tables and chairs, or the
memory of Peter Falk constructing the persona of Columbo, either way, this form kept on surfacing,
a constructed spectacle of a persona.