Since May - since end of april really, I have been travelling or in england or with the grand children.
My brain has become so tangled.
But when I come back to this quiet place, new ideas are there
for me to consider and begin to replace/ place
into my body of work.
Critical reflection.
new insight.
it has been a long, full time away. tangled is an apt description. welcome back. time to exhale and settle back in.
ReplyDeleteyour basket holds the makings of the next piece to come out of the blue, one thing about getting old is no matter what there is always a mark to be made for the day, be it a trembling tentative line, a fierce and wild splat, a sad and soulful fugue like meander or a joyous leap into the unknown...
ReplyDeleteI am copying your words down in my journal, Mo. So beautiful. So moving. So true.
Deleteagreed. xx
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