Not necessarily a desperate attempt at unblocking a creative block but more like an exercise in journalism and awareness. On the edge of losing my soul to the Christmas rush in my work. I need to step away from stress, deadlines and creative destruction. The cancer of repetitive production work. All families start to look the same. Dogs and cats are just dogs and cats. Every sunset is totally the same. Once lost in a movie, that I had to end. It was going on too long. I didn’t know how to end it. I loved it once. But now that I did all the cooking, I wasn’t hungry for it anymore. I missed my blog. Short projects. Different themes. Fresh ideas. Return to the journey. So here is my project. Ten photos in ten days. Simple and easy? Hardly. There are no excuses here. I have to do it. I have to think. I have to seek. I have to be alert. I have to share.
...just a room that everybody loves....
How can one not be inspired in this wonderful room. Is it the creaky floors? The feeling that maybe, beyond that old door, there may a pasture filled with grazing hungry cows? Maybe it is the energy in the lighting…so perfectly subtle and clean. The books of art on the book shelves? The endless cans filled with brushes and colored pencils. The miniature easels on the smooth white tables. The electrical charge of creative energy that one feels…the power to create…to paint…to draw..to write even. Only real passion for art can be harvested at the art house.
