Lost

I have been having a little bit of what I call "studio paralysis." My head and my life have been keeping me from getting "real" work done in the studio and it has been frustrating, to say the least. I found my head in a loop of bad internal self talk about not being "good-enough", what the heck was I thinking about trying to do graduate school, that my work was hack, ya-da, ya-da, ya-da. Negative self talk, especially that stuff the spirals around in your head can be very detrimental to the creative process. Everyone has their triggers, the things that set them down that slippery slope. For me, it's stress and feeling overwhelmed by everything that I seem to pile on my plate. I don't know how I do it, but I am ALWAYS doing something. For me, in this life, there is little down time. When all the stuff piles on high, I sort of melt down and end up in creative paralysis. So, the studio, has been a lonely place the last two weeks. Life and responsibilities, definitely got the best of me.

But this morning, maybe, because I can finally catch my breath at work and at home, I had an ah-ha! moment. A piece (and in idea for a series) that was somewhat elusive, finally became clear to me. Maybe it was the reading I have been doing for school, finally sunk in, I really don't know what made it possible for me to think clearly today. But, I did. I finally did! And now, I know where things are going.

Where IS it going?

Well, we are going to get LOST. Not in the TV show, but more in a symbolic way.

I am thinking about things that we lose when we are children and how this has an impact on us as adults. We all have this experience, we hold something very dear and then for some reason, usually carelessness on our own part, we loose it and it is gone forever. Where do all the lost things go? What happens to them when they are found? and most importantly, what happens to us, when the object is only a memory in our minds?

So that's what I will leave you with, that the crux of my next project. I'd love to hear about what you've lost when you were a child. The thing that you once had, was so precious and now is LOST.

I love NY

Yes, it's true. I do. I was born and raised there. And although I have lived in VT for 20 years, There is a part of me that will always be a New York Girl. Last week, I took my youngest son to the city. We flew down and it was the first time he had ever been on a plane. We stayed with friends in Brooklyn and toured all over the city. We had a huge laundry list of things we wanted to do. Lots of things that every tourist wants to see, but then some more "obscure" things as well. Well we did, visit Obscura Antiques down in the East Village and meet the cast of the show Oddities. Four days wasn't really enough time to see it all and visit with old friends. It just means we will have to do it again. Hopefully, sooner rather than later.