Sometimes art just won't get done without creating a mess too.
Maybe this is why I shy away sometimes. I'm an orderly person most of the time, but after all the time spent listening to art-talk in my classes today, I went ahead and spilled scraps all over my bedroom floor and pulled out scissors, a marker, watercolor palette, paint brush, water cup, and x-acto knife.
I stole the water bottle scrubber from the kitchen too. It's just abrasive enough to scratch up a smooth photograph surface.
...today I'm grateful that going to university classes means making prints, painting, taking photos, talking architecture, and singing songs about Napoleon in French.