Without intensive psychotherapy, perhaps I will just chalk this up to being distracted with every day life. And that is okay. It happens. And I can already feel myself being pulled back in the direction of creating. A few nights ago I assembled a collage and framed it. I don't love it. I think I could have done it better. But it's a step. I taped and tacked things to the walls in my crafty, creative workspace. I fished out some cool business cards from artists whose work I either own or really admire and put them in a bowl on my desk. I hung a print on a wall that Tim bought over the summer as well as a photograph of my grandparents my mother gave to me. So, it's coming back in some ways.
|owl patches that live on my wall|
|a close up print of my favorite Boticelli painting, handmade paper, a page from an art catalog|
I do believe the intense fall colors and the way light filters over the landscape in the early evenings is helping. Cooler weather and less hours of sunshine in the day encourage nesting amongst my bead stash and art supplies as well.
|the view across the Hudson|