I would like to report that I'm madly painting on a daily basis but that is not the case. My mind is unsettled and flits from one thing to the next. I can make sweeping the floors a marathon event as I stop and tidy books, move something and answer the phone and then put away dishes before I remember I'm sweeping the floor. Now don't think I'm filling my days with housework, nothing could be farther from the truth. I just can't settle. For three days I planned to photograph my new work to put in this very post. That remains undone. My studio looks like this...
It is full of boxes from my last show, the encaustic workshop I taught, and the return of supplies from my summer house. My husband has sneaked in a box he's making and my son thinks its a parking spot for his bike. I have to define my space it seems. Working three days a week further removes me from my art. It's a month since I painted. I have two new art books that I'm not reading which is very unusual .
Even blogging holds no interest right now.
How do I account for these unfocused actions? September is always a month of new beginnings for me , a time to reconsider the coming year. Yes, my year goes from September because of my many years in the classroom. I need to make the transition from the months at my summer studio into my real studio. I need to get my head around my new series. It's coming to me slowly as each new piece looks a little different in style. I need a block of work time. Hopefully it's coming soon. Perhaps a trip over the stairs to the studio would be a good start!