Feeling a little lost my head and in my personal space, I had never been without a Schedule most of my adult life, no class to prepare, no deadlines and too many people at once in our small apartment I needed to escape to my place of comfort. My studio is my favourite hiding place but the first week of the confinement was the hardest I was numb and to clear my head I started to clean the storage space after cleaning and making a pile of things to send to the garbage I actually pick up more discarded metal pieces in the recycling container in the industrial building were the studio is.