Well, I think and I think. I'm stuck? I haven't made anything for a long time. And then I feel guilty. Guilty about not going to the studio, guilty about not drawing in my sketch book or making something at home. And then I confess to someone like my good friend, Kris, and she says "percolating!" and then I realize and remember that there are lots of ways to be creative and lots of stages to creativity and there are no right answers. So then today I got an idea (actually, ideas are really never really scarce) and so I am going to start on this idea today. It is embroidery on painting canvas with the raveled threads of the canvas. Tick marks like counting. 1 2 3 4 slash 5. 1 2 3 4 slash 5. Over and over and more and more counting. I like it.
I just remembered my dream from last night. Traveling on a plane haven't left for the airport. I have plenty of time before I have to be there, right? Check the flight time. 6:00 and it's 5:00 now. I'll never make it. Why did I have this dream? Boston?