It’s been a weird week creatively–my mind a jumble, my thoughts scattered. And all I’ve really cared about is eating. Any foods would do, though the more chocolate bunnies involved the better.
When I complained (actually, more like “whined”) to my partner Sara about this creative crisis (begging her, for the love of God, to share her precious Peeps, not to mention an artistic scrap or two), she suggested I search my studio for inspiration, insisting that it offered all I needed.
So, since Sara was hoarding all hares, even the hollow kind, and since my studio, indeed, offered a lesson or two in creativity, today I’m posting images of my work space–the before and after messages it offered.
How I felt before I searched my studio for answers:
2. Stuck in my head.
4. Afraid that writing my memoir might kill me.
What I realized after:
1. That art always offers insight.
2. That I need to dream and hope.
4. That I’m not as dumb as I feel.
5. That my belief in social justice will take me a long way.
6. That I should face the future with confidence.
7. That the answers I need reside inside of me.
8. That if all else fails, I could kill my hare-hoarding partner for her basket-ed stash of Cadbury Eggs.
Where do you go for inspiration? Do you have a comfort food?
Peace to each of you this Easter, and may God bless you during Passover!
Note: If you are new to my blog, you might like to know that, though I’ve been lax of late, I am writing a memoir and blogging about growing up in an organized crime family. (The post you’ve just read is not part of that series.) For a list of my memoir posts, click here. If you are interested in reading any of my protected posts, please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org or let me know in the comments below, and I will gladly share the password with you.