All year I’ve been thinking:
I’m blocked. I should be working. Why can’t I make art-work anymore? I’m a hopeless case. I think it’s finished and I’ll never be able to work again etc.
How horrible is that? Life went on (in its usual way) but deep inside, I was afraid that it was gone somehow. But ofcourse, I was completely wrong. It came back. And then it came back some more. And now it comes all the time (somehow that doesn’t sound right but I’m going to ignore it).
A recent example:
Oh well. Bad photograph of weird artwork. There’s more where it came from and that makes me very happy indeed.