Caught up in a spiral of “what if I never have an idea again?”

Then, Color Puddles…

I have those moments where I wonder if my brain has genuinely just quit having ideas? End scene, kaput, done-zo. Realizing that it was taking way too much energy to fret, I turned off all the screens and sat down at my work table. I found an old, souvenir book of the photographic plates from Basilica of Saint Antonio in Padua, Italy. It was so old that it had been bound together with ribbon threaded through the holes and given we are having this massive Papal moment, it just made sense.

I started with Cardinal robe red blobs and puddles, and guess what, I still have ideas, better yet, I still know how to play. These flew together easily and quickly. It was a great reminder that sometimes you just need to sit, look and let your hands go.