Sipping a steaming cup of rose hip tea, and standing at my art room window, I watch the clouds pass over my house. I walk out of my art room, across the landing, into my bedroom, and I find myself looking out another window, watching the clouds again. Back and forth, from window to window. I take a picture of the clouds.
Creative inspiration has left me. So I am typing this in hopes of releasing this creative slump out into the universe. Does this make any sense at all to you?
On the weekend I forced myself to search my bookshelves for a hardcover book to alter. Trying my hand at an altered book would be a refreshing change now, wouldn't it? I haven't worked on an altered book for a very long time, I've just been doing a whole lot of art journaling for several years now.
So, I found a book. It's a book by Deepak Chopra. In the first several pages of the book he has self-discovery exercises one can utilize. The remaining pages are all blank except for inspirational quotes in the corners. Hmm, I wonder if finding this book was fate?
Well, I have started altering the book, and have left the pages with the exercises unaltered so I can refer to them at any time I feel the need. And I have journaled on a page. I am not sure how this book well develop and grow. But as it stands now, it's part altered book, part personal journal.
I'll have all the time in the world to play, but only for a few more weeks now. And right now this creative slump still hangs over me like a black cloud. Will I wake tomorrow with desire and passion, and the excitement in my soul to create once again? I hope and pray that I will.
