very true…
you feel it, when you get to that point in a piece where you know you are missing something. it’s unfinished, it “needs something”, but there are no images floating into your head. the energy that drove you into that scene has burned itself out and the itch in your hands is sated. i’ve learned to put things aside at those times. leave them where i can see them, sometimes taunting me because the image is right there on the edge of my vision, like a forgotten name on the tip of my tongue. i asked for inspiration, listened to melancholy lyrics and searched for ancient runes. then, i looked at the surface, at all the bumps, wrinkles and pockets of drenched color. there it was, all the time….
done…
Pattemade 