I felt inspired, when I visited Crescendoh, yesterday. My creative self was happy to see how art had touched so many people in various ways.
I feel stuck, but in reality it isn't that I'm out of ideas, i have too many. I am trying to fish through them and catch the one, that feels right. I really want to gather my supplies and go rent a hotel room...be alone to sort it all out. I am alone briefly, so this is my attempt. Perhaps I need to walk, do my moving meditation. Have you ever noticed, when you walk, ideas or problems can be resolved in your head. When you have too many ideas do you feel clogged, everything is trying to get through the drain, I mean brain. I need Braino...they don't make it yet...mmh, maybe I should invent it. I think I am to late; I think Julia Cameron has with her exercises: morning pages, walking and a weekly artist date. I guess I need to continue on my journey so i can keep my drive.
It feels like I'm the car and Julia's giving me the tools to do my own tune up.
"If you want to work on your art, work on yourself"~Chekhov