February 2, 2016

Inspiration Redoux

My good intentions of devoting the month of January to exploration were a bust. Sometimes art stops for life. I hate when that happens. Icky stuff in my life stayed front and center.  Art exploration got shoved aside. And it hurt. How rude.

Five words describe my four weeks of January.

Dune by Frank Herbert

No need for details. I had a big disappointment. I spent a lot of time doubting myself and beating myself up. Somehow working with glass was overpowered by fear and self-doubt.

Why wasn’t my love of art stronger; more powerful than my disappointment and it’s ramifications?

Without explanation, I woke up one morning and I had my groove back. That’s just how it happened. The sun came out. I had perspective.  I found the joy in doing the things that are meaningful to me. “Snap out of it!”, Cher says in Moonstruck. Sometimes that’s a good mantra. Yup, inspiration redoux!