I have been working on this piece for a friend for over a year now. Its been a difficult piece mostly because I have been struggling with my creativity for about 8 months, 5 of which I couldn’t paint at all. I have had dry spells before, but vnever this bad. For a wile I thought I had lost it. Its a weird experience like losing all of magic andd not being able to hear the spiritual self. A feeling of complete disconnect and emotion. Imagine not being able to feel love. You remember it but have a sense you have misplaced it.
But as all things, I now finally believe whole heartedly, that it would pass. But sometimes even faith in one’s self is not enough to quell the fears. Only time and complete surrender to it.
Art is about surrender, or more so learning to dispell the fears about what you think surrender is. If you want a good place to look, look toward The Tao or way.
There is always a flip when you know the wave is over and you can move freely again within your imagination. It is the first smells of a new season the carry excitement of change and hope with the novel.
I shall now finish this piece in one month. And that is that … a new piece will begin.