Today I took everything out of the studio, including all of the ceiling insulation. I filled a WM Bagster, our XL-size city trash bin, and four 50-gallon bags with the faulty insulation. (It smelled; not mold, defective product.) The smaller works are in the house. The rolls are leaning against the house under the back awning. Everything else is on a table or in the grass, covered with tarps. It's satisfying to see the empty studio, at least.