That ebb and flow of inspiration and the skill needed to portray it is a constant frustration for me. As you have done, changing environments shakes up the sediment while not muddyingthe stream of knowledge gained. At present, I struggle to write cogent sentences, much less brilliant ones. Words flutter around me like bushtits at the feeder. Thoughts spin around from one activity or errand or chore, making my mind a swirl. Maybe I should be the one to sit for hours until everything settles into place. HA! Today I did one of those geometric puzzles and I'll be damned. It came together without looking at the charts. Hmmmm.......
I get it. And thanks for saying it so well. I lost my moorings when Dave died. Now my creativity is bound up in the logistics of a cross country move that Is making me crazy at the thought! I am excited to go "home" and find a new home that will accommodate my creative spirit even if that spirit has been repressed for a long time. Clearing 41 yrs of stuff, I am packing things before putting the property for sale because when it sells, I must be ready to go quickly. I have no doubt you will soon regale us with some more moody lovely landscapes. Enjoy your new studio.
This is wonderful, Tabby...a clear, honest internal share that feels relatable in that I am VERY disinclined to move for many of the reasons you outline. Brave piece. & what a beautiful library!
That ebb and flow of inspiration and the skill needed to portray it is a constant frustration for me. As you have done, changing environments shakes up the sediment while not muddyingthe stream of knowledge gained. At present, I struggle to write cogent sentences, much less brilliant ones. Words flutter around me like bushtits at the feeder. Thoughts spin around from one activity or errand or chore, making my mind a swirl. Maybe I should be the one to sit for hours until everything settles into place. HA! Today I did one of those geometric puzzles and I'll be damned. It came together without looking at the charts. Hmmmm.......
Thanks, Tabby. I love this piece and it's personally timely, as well. Shaking things up can be scary, difficult, filled with fear and also great.
A lot of honesty and vulnerability in this essay. That in itself is not easy. Well done, Tabby Ivy. Paint your stories.
I get it. And thanks for saying it so well. I lost my moorings when Dave died. Now my creativity is bound up in the logistics of a cross country move that Is making me crazy at the thought! I am excited to go "home" and find a new home that will accommodate my creative spirit even if that spirit has been repressed for a long time. Clearing 41 yrs of stuff, I am packing things before putting the property for sale because when it sells, I must be ready to go quickly. I have no doubt you will soon regale us with some more moody lovely landscapes. Enjoy your new studio.
This is wonderful, Tabby...a clear, honest internal share that feels relatable in that I am VERY disinclined to move for many of the reasons you outline. Brave piece. & what a beautiful library!
I'm glad that you had the ability and wherewithal to follow your heart.