|What does this say of my mixed-up state? |
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I find it impossible to believe that I created this page in my Artist Journal notebook only a week ago, and how when I came to colour the tiny sketches last night, I could not remember what I had been planning to do or why. I know it was a lovely leap forward from after the Open Studio event in our caravan (back in June), but nothing really made sense. And in a way it still doesn't, because I seem to have been brain-dead to other than work, and have become increasingly frustrated that work consumes all available time and I feel as if I will never escape. I haven't posted my 'Creative Morning Pages' since I can't remember when, and I even reached the point where I couldn't write them. So much for good intentions! And why bother to set down all the ideas that flow into my head if, when I look at my notes, I have absolutely no recollection of what I had planned. All too convoluted. So I made a decision, and have acted upon it, and that is a post for my more personal 'Wild Somerset Child' blog.