Flush

Or....shall I say,studio.

When we came back from London, I needed to heal, to regroup and to figger what to do with my self. Well the healing needs to be thorough and the regrouping is taking longer than I imagined and clearly I don't know what I am to do....yet.

So I cleaned out the studio and I have spent nearly 2 full days pulling images out of old magazines, clipping articles, drinking endless cups of Tips and musing as I stare at the wicked weather. It is winter and right on cue the clouds, wind and rain have moved in forcing the issue and making me seek the shelter of my studio.

I want to work at the bench, but my shoulder pains me. It will be healed eventually and in the meantime, I ponder if it is possible for me to do things that may actually give me creative satisfaction and a financial reward. All for the low price of not selling my soul or talents to someone else? I have done that far too long and now it seems only reasonable that I explore the possibilities of my own creative vastness. Being technically proficient is all very well and good, but seriously...it is truly time for my visions to take precedence in my own world.

Here's to the abyss and all it's attendant thrills, spill, horrors and rewards.