Where the hell are you?? My workroom is scattered with unfinished projects and piled high with materials just waiting for a purpose. Are you dancing with the devil? Drinking in Brazil? Two timing me with some other artist?
Stuffed with ideas, my brain suddenly has no outlet. The ideas build and build but the hands, they sit idle. Muse, inhabit my hands! Help me to fulfill my creative destiny! Isn't that your job?
Maybe I should pink slip you and find a creativity coach...
Signed, Frustrated in Fullerton
A background with no foreground!
Homeless Beads--very sad :-(