Today my head is filled with images of paintings. Big bold colours, minute details of abstraction and in-depth renderings of complex doodles. I feel driven to paint and draw and fiddle, and frustrated that I do not think that I have the ability. But I do, I know I do.
It is like watching a lava lamp, and the glowing blobs of goo are what I want on paper, but filled with lines and dots and eruptions of colours.
*sigh* But I really should keep plugging on cleaning and rearranging the house.
Which will win? Practicality and clean-the-housedness? Or the strong fishing line of creation that has its' hook in my cheek?
dunnodunnodunno....
Current Mood: 
creative
creative
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