If I am being totally honest, I am uncomfortable with my inability to create and it’s been going on for a prolonged period of time. If I had words, or were able to work through the many feelings I am experiencing while I share this in a post, then I’d probably/definitely be painting.
Part of the problem with blogging is needing that “topic“ and since art is not happening-neither is this blog. I can’t say I feel apologetic, it’s a sensation of frustration, exasperation and uncomfortable (there’s that word again) in my own skin. When I don’t make art, I am not happy.
Art is who I am. What I identify as. Me. I am ValerieDowdyArt.
Who or what is this wall or shell that I have built around me and why am I existing, or maybe it is hiding behind? I am not a wimpy landscape, watercolor wash, sort of creator. My art is, and always been, bold, colorful, daring and unique, right??
So…..W. T. F??
What the actual fuck, sigh….I’ll keep gardening and my work from home side job conquering quickbooks.
Until next time, take care and be safe.