I don’t know what I’ve been doing. Waiting around for some kind of inspiration to kick in. Its been weeks, and I still haven’t got much going on in the studio. I haven’t really been busy. I went to Denver a couple of weeks ago, but other than that I’ve mostly been waiting…. and I’ve got nothin’. I bought a can of chalk paint to paint my bookcases – but the can is as yet unopened. And it cost a lot, and I really wanted to paint them white, they are currently black, but – well – the paint is still unopened. I went downstairs and dug out some canvases that I had stored away – not old paintings, just blank canvases. But so far, nothing has happened and they are growing dust waiting for me to get going. I’m waiting for the summer – but in Portland, summer is just an idea that has its own time – kind of like my creative-ness – or un-ness, right now. Even the journal is not filling up like it should be – that’s the thing.
“Should.” I “should” be so happy to have the time I’ve never had before I should be more creative I should be painting a canvas everyday I should just jump in and get going…I should….. I know, I know, I know. So here are my journal pages – strange meanderings of the un-ness.