Got to the studio before noon. Went right to canvases. Decided to work in figures, abstracted, wanting to sketch and follow line, particularly charcoal. Sketched the six, small and vertical 36 x 12 pieces that I originally bought as design templates for room screens. But I wasn’t inspired to make screens today.
Cranked the music. It’s interesting to observe where my thoughts go when I have the iPod blasting. Music takes me back to a specific time, a particular situation or even a person. I can feel 29 or 35 or very old and nostalgic. I sing along, I dance a lot. I think of stories, mine and others, many imagined of course, and I wonder where those thoughts come from. I sometimes wonder if I should explore any train of thought. Am I psychic? Perhaps. Even so, the information isn’t mine to act on. I can watch or wait or just move beside it. I have to remember that for each of us, there’s a unique journey. Concerns, worries, they float past me. But we’re aware of each other. A strong “knowing” happens to me when I’m creating.
Sometimes, if I let go and don’t act “too tight”, inspiration fills me up and I follow the impulse to grab this color or that, to use the roller, water down the pigment, mush it up with a brush, take charcoal to it again. None of the thoughts about why I am doing what I am doing are clear or exact. It takes a lot of courage to just dance with it. Today I felt brave, like a rock star.