Breaking from my pattern, I looked into my old art files for painting inspiration and found a bunch of unfinished illustrations. Looking back on my history, I wonder if I have been running from my artistic identity.
This post is about the difference between potential and actuality. Or, why I have a level of difficulty in actually using the materials I have, as versus recording or ordering or writing about them. This feels like something very deeply rooted in my psyche, though I’m not sure where it comes from, or why it’sContinue reading “Potential Fulfilled”
I haven’t done any work with my hands for the past few days — and I’m feeling it. I’ve been largely reading (big emphasis on reading), writing (to see if I could/did want to do that for a living — after a full day of writing, I got very deep into my own thoughts [notContinue reading “Creative Desert”