Here I sit , snowstorm raging, in yards of wool, bundled in a coffee shop with whiteouts in my vision in the windows ,where toasty and warm, I ponder the whiteness of the snow, the negative space it creates in the landscape and it’s pure and desolate nature. One of the fiercest storms this season, it shows no signs of letting up but the restrictions it imposes to “not do”, but “be”, staying in and off the roads, helps one contemplate inner visions, dreams, and allows the sub conscious to quietly visualize and create new directions and possibilities for new work. I know this is a truth within the creative process….be still and the vision emerges…it is only on days when the weather imposes the boundaries, that I am reminded of this and am content to simply “be”….
