It happens every year.
There’s a period in my year where I’m sort of on hiatus from my painting. I’m in the studio still, doing small tasks and tidying up. Looking at older work. Thinking.
Thinking about what my next cycle of work will bring. This is a natural point for me every year, when I’m sort of mentally spent, from a painting perspective. I’m in need, at this point, of new energy, new inspiration. Something that set me off in a new direction or at least a new aspect.
I always look at this point with both a little trepidation and a little excitement. The trepidation comes from the possibility that I may be a dry well, that I’ve drained off all my creative energy and it’s not replenishing itself. The excitement comes from knowing that this isn’t the case and soon the change I’m anticipating will be at hand. Something new will be here that will focus my energy, drive me into the new year with new direction.
How do I know this?
Because I am still trying. The effort put forth will bring at least a few new thoughts and these new thoughts will spark other new ideas. New possibilities.
And the well is flowing once more.
So, while I may not be painting at the moment, I am assembling the base on which new work will be built…
Redtree Times 