No, that's not a wise motherly saying. (In fact, anyone who knows my mother would be laughing right now -- let us just say that cleaning is not one of her strengths!) No, it was time for my twice-yearly purging of the insect carcasses. I live in the South, and my studio is in the basement. Therefore, bugs are a part of life. Caulking and sealing windows and doors don't seem to matter. We've had every known form of arachnid from itsy-bitsy spiders to scorpions. We even had some form of almost-foot-long lizard last year but luckily all we had to do was open the door and encourage him to find his way out. The spiders have been particularly numerous this year.
This cleaning frenzy falls squarely in the category number 3 of the six enemies of painting mojo -- Distraction. See (Six Enemies). I freely admit it. But it feels so productive. In addition to my normal cleaning, I prolonged the distraction by rearranging my studio in an attempt to make my painting space more efficient, as I finally broke down and bought something I hope will work as a taboret:
Here are pics of the re-arranged and recently purged studio: