Most of the time I just sit. I look around at the trees and the birds.
Slumped down in a garden chair I look at all I have created.
I hear the sound of my friend saying..."Not good enough."
"Did you make that plastic whirly gig?" "Do you sell your stuff?"
I make things because I have to.
The creative process gives me energy.
Yesterday as I sat without energy I thought maybe I could clean.
So my work table is ready again. That cleaning is part of the process.
The worktable had been piled high with the remains of projects.
I had been pushing things to the back and working on top of the mess.
I don't care about clean as I am going along too much.
As long as I wash out my brushes and cover the paint I am ok.
Here is a small part of my energy source. I have gone many years without it but it does make me feel that creative energy. It is not a pure channel tho just like alcohol is a false peace. But in moderation.....it has served me well for about forty five years.
Here is one of my next projects. Another broken heart waiting to be put together again in some sort of order. This time I want to create stucco roses to go with it. I am very excited about the stucco mermaid who is taking form in my mind now and will soon be a reality.
It is the work that carries me along and gives me energy. One thing leads to another just like on OS when one post leads to another and another. We are thinking beings for better or for worse. I love to sit and think. Then I clean up and get to work.