Feels good to be back to the business of being creative after 3 weeks of what sort of felt like the antithesis of creation. I have to say that watching over someone in hospice feels like a deconstruction of a life – memories wander into your thoughts in no particular order, the implications of everything you ever shared with that person take on a magnitude they never had before. Things begin to make sense in a way. My life is different because of it, and that’s a good thing.
So anyway, I’m in the studio today and slingin’ grout all over everywhere. Finishing up the diptych *snort* project, and then I have to get serious about the abstract I have planned for an exhibit in Mystic, Connecticut this fall. I’m having a really tough time settling on a design. Abstract doesn’t come easily to me as I have mentioned before, but I obviously won’t get any better at it unless I work on it. I have the inclination to start with a photo from the Hubble telescope, and go from there. If you haven’t seen this website it’s well worth some time – the photos are magnificent!
I think in the meantime, while working out that abstract, I will finish the watercolor poppy I started before I left. Maybe.