I am stagnating. I've done little creative for a while now, and it's making me feel both gloomy and twitchy.
I've been thinking idly over the last few days about some sort of self-generated creative project, something that will occupy my hands and mind for a while and will (hopefully) produce something worthwhile at the end. The trouble is that, being in a creative slough, the ideas aren't exactly jostling each other in my flat, dreary brain.
I'm gravitating towards some sort of illustrated book - an adult's book rather than a children's book - and probably something in the
Edward Gorey mould. I'd like to do the illustrations in
aquatint and/or
mezzotint, though the lack of access to a printing press may make that impractical. Anyway, we shall see.
The journey of a thousand miles, they say, starts with a single step.
That's all very well, very uplifting and inspirational and all, but they don't mention that that same journey of a thousand miles is going to require maybe a couple of million more steps after that first one, especially if you've got short stubby legs like I have.