and the intoxication of experimenting with mediums, pushing my skills and stretching my atrophied muscles has left me with a bad case of ADHD. After a long summer of sowing/soaking up life and limited artistic expression I am left swollen and groggy. I certainly can’t create fast enough for my body and schedule to keep up. The more mundane yet necessary work like dishes, laundry and cleaning seem utterly repulsive and quite optional nearly all day. Like a moth drawn to the light I keep being sucked into whatever is on the easel, whilst dinner burns on the stove.
Never fear, balance will eventually be restored to the force. . .next week?
**Photo is Brush Head by Ann Hamilton.