I just spent lots of studio time this week, fiddling at this and that, not finding a clear direction. . . letting the muse take me and hoping we'd accomplish something.
I did make a little bag out of an old jeans skirt, went ahead and slapped it on ETSY to see if anyone would buy it:
and I did sell a few cards on ETSY of a scan of Colorado flowers from the garden.
Also worked on an ATC banner that has been hanging around for ages.
But nothing grabbed me big.
oh wait, the Buddha painting.
I guess I forgot because I am not happy with how it turned out.
and that's the creative life for ya'.
Many small days of just trudging forward, not sure about results, not sure if anything with "come" of all this effort, other than the knowledge I am trying to add something interesting and beautiful to this world which seems mostly to revolve around dollars and material gain.
I am needing, I think, to do a media fast, and just ignore the papers, magazines, tv ads, movie culture etc. etc. etc. that I constantly feel so bombarded with.
I would so much rather just have quiet time in the studio to create. Consuming information and food and entertainment feels like such a waste of time.
SO, another week.
Another few journal pages, paintings, mail art, sewing, maybe even a canvas for the gallery.
a scanner collage plus some words in the journal:
"Do you think I know what I'm doing?
That for one breath or half a breath I belong to myself?
As much as a pen knows what it is writing
It may be the satisfaction I need depends on my going away
So that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home."