I had such high hopes for my creativity in 2023. It was going to be a year full of unbridled exploration - diving deep into encaustic and following my intuitive style.
But then, life happens. My mother loses her battle with cancer. My father’s health needs tending. And a move across state lines requires months of purging, organizing, and packing (not to mention buying and selling a house).
Through it all I kept my studio intact, with the intention of painting as an escape from grief and stress. But, to my dismay, I found myself avoiding my studio. My creative spirit vanished. I was a mere shell of the artist I was becoming. My desire, joy and inspiration were gone.
Last week I finally packed up my supplies, and wouldn’t you know it, I experienced the itching sensation of creativity! The old saying is true: absence makes the heart grow fonder!