"sometimes you wake up.
sometimes the fall kills you.
when you fall, you fly."
revisiting this tonal quilt. drawn first to its colors. they suited the quiet, somber mood that prevails this morning. as more snow blankets the countryside with an eerie silence, my thoughts dig deep. deeper.
isn't it strange how inspiration can both motivate and terrify at the same time? like something soft, warm and fuzzy. masking pointy teeth and scratchy claws with an unreliable disposition. is it any wonder many artists find themselves at an impasse at times?
best to pet the beast and get it over with.
though sometimes i simply want to eye it warily, sink deeper into the fireside chaise, and wait for it to make the first move...