Clear the decks! Bring out the trumpets! Reshuffle the shelving! Close the doors! Breathe.
I need a brain blender to swirl all these thoughts together into a consistent puree. Where did I put that reset button?
Dipped in early daffodils and icy evenings the moon shots and news jaunts are rousing lightning strikes to what I know is true. My desk and head are piled with idea roadmaps and diagrams. New books to read, new art to create. I'm in at seven and out at four every day breathless and stiff. Body aches ignored I pursue the frenzy because I know it will subside. And then what? Will all these ideas seem like a self conscious effort to put it all together? Or will it give me a clear path to stronger work?
Meanwhile I stitch. On pieces of anger and pieces of doubt and pieces of warning and pieces of angst.
Breathe. Reshuffle the shelving, sweep the scraps, fold the layers together for a whole. I hesitate. Perhaps a simple, artful journey of color and stitch will clear the sinuses of my angst? Step away from the storm.
I'm working on an online shop to sell my quilts. Watch for that later this month.