I had a strange experience yesterday. My inspiration left.
I had a headache and was rather down. Perhaps that was the entryway. I don't have many down times and I usually just work through them. But yesterday I did something different.
I sat in the living room and did nothing. I looked out the window, thought how it really could use some landscaping outside ( I don't think I have ever sat there during the day before) and did nothing. It was quite challenging, but also felt important.
I am not sure what to do with it. I see that as an artist, I am usually in a state of inspiration. It is wonderful, but I think it gets out of balance. I always have stuff to create, with more ideas waiting.
But what about time just to be? I don't take it. After 20 years of living like this, I think it could be difficult to change.
This post was inspired by Suzi Blu: sketches and not all by me! Coincidentally, she seemed to have hit a similar space on the same day.