I hate it when I get stuck. Nothing looks right, I find fault with everything I do, feel my efforts amateurish, solutions elude me. Makes me wonder why I keep trying. I love it when the creative juices start flowing again. What I questioned looks just fine now, a feeling of competence returns, solutions that have been in front of me all along make themselves known and come together. The difference between the last few days and today as I work through the finishing touches on my Willow quilt.
When I'm in the midst of doubt, I can't always see what is causing it. When I come out of it, it seems crystal clear. I've been struggling with a medical problem that while not serious has given me constant pain to deal with. I do not do well working through pain. It clogs up my good sense, saps my energy, makes me want to give up. I finally got some relief yesterday, and today my approach in the studio has been like night and day, my old confident and interested self returning. Oh please stay for awhile...
It's been a cold, dreary, rainy week. I still get my walk in towards late afternoon, but today I decided on a morning walk before heading to the studio, taking along my camera. Even in cold dank conditions, one can find beauty and inspiration. Look at these raindrops hanging from the ends of pine needles:



At one point I looked up from the needles and spotted these two curling branches through a break in the foliage. Oh, and all the lichen on the branch running through the foreground is pretty spectacular too.

The tamaracks (larches) are what brought me out, though. These pine trees' needles actually turn yellow and drop in the fall, just like deciduous trees. They have just started turning, bringing such a splash and glow to an otherwise ho-hum landscape.



When I'm in the midst of doubt, I can't always see what is causing it. When I come out of it, it seems crystal clear. I've been struggling with a medical problem that while not serious has given me constant pain to deal with. I do not do well working through pain. It clogs up my good sense, saps my energy, makes me want to give up. I finally got some relief yesterday, and today my approach in the studio has been like night and day, my old confident and interested self returning. Oh please stay for awhile...
It's been a cold, dreary, rainy week. I still get my walk in towards late afternoon, but today I decided on a morning walk before heading to the studio, taking along my camera. Even in cold dank conditions, one can find beauty and inspiration. Look at these raindrops hanging from the ends of pine needles:
At one point I looked up from the needles and spotted these two curling branches through a break in the foliage. Oh, and all the lichen on the branch running through the foreground is pretty spectacular too.
The tamaracks (larches) are what brought me out, though. These pine trees' needles actually turn yellow and drop in the fall, just like deciduous trees. They have just started turning, bringing such a splash and glow to an otherwise ho-hum landscape.
