It's been months. Long, dry months without creative pursuits, or time. My muse absconded with my sense of humor. Both were last seen partying down in sunny Baja, drinking tequila on the tailgate of a pickup, watching the sun set over the Pacific and littering the beach with stolen artistic impulses.
Not fair, my inner artist whines! They're having all the fun and I'm here at home, doing an endless round of caretaking and working.
Ah, but it's a funny thing about that muse. She always comes back, a little hung over from her hedonistic travels but full of interesting stories. She nestled back into my dreams and is sending postcards, just fragmentary snapshots right now, but full of interesting colors and textures. It's a good sign when this happens, because it means I'll be making art soon.
So early February, too warm here in California but I think it's causing the artistic sap to start rising. :) Stay tuned and wish me well for a breakthrough.