This past weekend, I laid all of my art out on my bedroom floor. Anything that wasn't still attached to a sketchbook came out of the depths of storage and onto the floor. I have a fairly large bedroom, and I covered every inch of floor space. It was a huge mess. When I showed my husband, all he did was softly say, "Oh." I didn't count how many pieces there were. That's never been my a part of my take on minimalism. But I did hold each piece in my hand and decide if it was worth having in my life. Why do I have all this stuff ? Because I love to create! I don't know how else to explain it. I just have this insatiable desire inside me to make things. I tend to enjoy making things more than I enjoy having the finished project. I love using my hands, being hunched over a piece of paper with whatever media I feel like using that day. And that's not a part of my persona that I am willing (or possibly even able) to change. The problem lies in the st...