Every now and then I entertain the fantasy that I might do some art. Of course, this is an illusory state of mind. The preparation for our house move ensures that there is no possibility that I might have either the time or the mental freedom to do any such thing. Packing seems to be an endless task. The creative possibilities of adhesive tape and cardboard are, it seems, extremely limited. Our best estimate, at the moment, is that we might be moving this time next week …. but then, of course, begins the arduous task of unpacking.
The closest I have come to creative work during the past week is that I agreed to reframe a poster for a member of the family. I am pleased with the result, but it almost felt as if I was being taunted by fate.
Thanks for visiting! I hope that next time you drop by it might have been possible to engage, however remotely, with creative work again.