where the magic happens..

My laire of slovenly shame.
My studio is so full of colourful crap right now it is actually an assault on the senses. 
It is an impressive infestation of fabrics, paints, cables, paper clippings and random bits of junk that may or may not be housing spider infestations or a secret portal to Narnia.
I'm really not looking forward to trying to clean it up.