The very things that make us human and, therefore give us something to actually say or otherwise express, are often the things that prevent us from getting down to it. I'm trying to roll with this epiphany. The last month and a half have been full of living, and as I realize the richness of my life, I'm teaching myself to relax into it rather than agonize and agitate.
Last night on iPhoto I played a few pictures of my drawings and sculpture from over the years and up to the present, with some Djivan Gasparian as background music. It put an entirely different slant on things for me. What I realized is that I have some good work but not nearly enough to "fill out" a theme or an idea. (My good friend, Sue, has pointed this out to me already, so this was merely a confirmation of what I know to be true.) Still, two smacks upside the head are better than one, so with this on my mind, I'm once again pulling things back in, focussing and working towards digging deeper and deeper.
