Am having a dry spell, and a "failure to launch" in my own artwork right now -- partly because I am not putting the time in that I need to, and partly because I think I am concentrating on trying to heal up and rest a bit more than usual. The old story of the artist going mad when in an idea rut is not far off the mark. Every idea I try feels wrong and uninspiring. Sigh. This is what sets the boys from the men, though, as I know that eventually something will happen as long as I stick to it. I am looking forward to stitching and beading and handling fabrics again, and giving the Juki some serious quilting action, but hate not having a clear idea in mind. "There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept." (Ansel Adams.)
The thought of repeating old imagery just to get going again is tempting, but I wonder if I wait it out and let my brain percolate if new imagery will surface? Look at more artwork by painters I like? Draw more? Hmmm. Time will tell, and Monday morning before an insanely busy week at school isn't the best time to dwell on it.
Maybe I need to just think about making pretty things for a while. The world needs pretty things.