It is a few days after Thanksgiving, a holiday my husband and I celebrated by renting a house in Eastern Washington where we isolated together in a different landscape, for a change of scenery. We are home now, where the world is green instead of snow covered, but my mood stays in those colder and bleaker scenes.
I am feeling a little lost. With the world so shut down, the galleries having minimal to no open hours, the online world for art hard to access, and having little to no contact with my art community, I am still finding it hard to work in my studio. It is like the juice has left, and I am dry. The COVID collages kept me going for a while (see prior two blogs posts), but I haven’t found another way into my creative self, and I have even stopped making the collages. I started painting some, but it feels so empty to me right now.
I feel a little weird confessing this but I also know I am not alone. I have heard of many artists who are having similar experiences, and I guess this is my way of letting them know that they are not alone. I am hoping to find my way out of this, looking for some blue skies, but for now this photo of our last day of our Thanksgiving getaway will have to do, with a sliver of blue to work towards.
