The slumps are here again. Two exhibits in the same time frame, and as always after intense periods of productivity, that means i don’t know where to go next. You’d think i’d be happy, energized, excited, but i always feel at a loss after finishing. My life is good, i like where i live and what i do at the Day Job, but in the time after the current work is completed, there’s always that feeling of something missing in the stoodio, that search for the Next Big Thing. I wish i could grab back some of the verve i had when i first started blogging 12 years ago: 4 posts a day, tons of enthusiasm, experimentation out the hoo-hoo, “WOW, OMG, HOLY SHIT, THE WORLD IS SO EXCITING”——— where’d that girl go?
But this time i’m going easy on myself. There’s no race, no competition. I’m enjoying what’s left of my garden outside, admiring the indoor jungle, note making for C***mas at the fffFlower Mines, and not doing much of anything but observing and thinking.
The beauty of old roses:
Funk of the week at the fffFlower Mines, Leonotis leonurus:
A sad sad Medinilla! Lost most of its leaves this summer, but valiantly blooming again anyways:
The Orchid Cactus blows me away:
And the very little i have done with needle and thread, the start of a sixth indigo moon:
….The art of the breakthrough is the practice of figuring out all the ways to not do it on your way to an insight….We find our way by getting lost. Anything other than that is called reading a map. Seth Godin