as an artist (though, in truth, this applies to most areas of my self), i sometimes find distractions mounting on all sides leading me astray from intended purpose.i begin to feel rather like the cartoon dog spotting squirrels and darting off in unexpected directions. perhaps this is not always a negative activity for it uncovers many surprising treasures, both in experiences and objects.
this evening, the squirrels were stuffed away in several binders and boxes. pages upon pages of ideas captured in pencil and ink and paint and cloth. dolls/ quilts. instruments. carvings. paintings. all yet to be manifested. a walk through memories forgotten. now revisited. it is at times like having a.d.d. of a sort. the whispers drawing me in so many directions. it is a sublime bit of confusion in the moment. though eventually not very productive.
perhaps this little foray into personal archeology will inadvertantly redirect me down a more creatively productive path.... until then, i am enjoying the journey!