It's like I'd spent that time meant for creating to do business, and it drained the urge to make art from my veins to the floor. And I feel like I can't draw a line...or at least not a fine line, not a detailed line. But I can draw a think line, a loose line, a black line...a freeing line.
What's wound, must be unwound.
Do you know the Bruce Springsteen song, "57 Channels (And Nothin' On)" from '92? For me it's like 57 ideas, but nothin' seems right (or wants to come out in focus).
My desk after the art show--materials and ideas for future paintings. Can't find anything easily...