Sometimes I gasp for inspiration, at times i cant get enough, it physically hurts when I pick up a pencil or brush and through no logic at all I cant seem to get out what Im trying to show.
When the creative eb flows its fast and I cant stop until its complete, even when Im distracted ill grab a few minutes back at my work top.
Right now as I type this ever flowing salute of words, Im finding it hard to want to write down what I want to say! Isn’t that a paradoxical black hole! sometimes I wish it swallow me and spit me out, so at least Ill come out the other side with something to show for it.
So for now you get a light bulb! it brightens things up enabling you see.