These last couple of days have been spent in a bit of an artistic flux. I have been feeling rather unwell, (imbalance at the Solar Plexus Chakra) if you are of a new age persuasion and have been feeling rather down and grumpy too, this has resulted in calling a lot of things into question, amongst them seeking a new artistic direction and asking myself if it is all really worth it? Am I wasting my time doing this? At my wife’s suggestion I focussed on peace and home and got out the old water colours from the junk room. Two somewhat simple paintings later I felt a little better and shall probably do more of the same later on, happily there is plenty of paper to practice upon.
As with a few things, it is very easy as an artist to become stuck in a rut, the trouble with ruts of course is they soon become deep holes and from there it can become a long and tortuous route back to the surface and the light of new creative inspiration. Part of me says I could do another portrait of my wife, the rest says, have a break, let the brain re-set and do something else instead.
Certainly the outside is of no inspiration right now, unless I smother a surface in Paynes Grey. Yes it is raining outside and about as cheerful as a funeral parlour in winter. Saying that, the sun has just come out and the rain has stopped too.