Where does the Art go?
Oh, but to always feel the relationship to the muse fused to my soul. That I would never perish or thirst again. I lament the dryness of the desert and the cracked nature of my soul and heart. What have I done to deserve such misery?
The Artist cries out in moments of desolation, wanting freedom from this parched stalemate in the creative spirit. How, the artist wonders, do I escape this?
Artists and Artwork are as vast and varied as the stars in the skies, and the grains of sand on the beach. In the same vein, so to are the tools, techniques, tricks, and helps that help us move from those stuck places to one of more fluidity and creative.
I've found that to escape the clutches of stagnation, that I need to get up and move. Ironically, it is not something I will often force myself to do. Other things I might try are going for a drive, reading a book, sleeping (really? yes!), and cleaning house. More often than not, the mind and routines need to be broken up, a period of restoration enjoyed and savored, and in the timing my body and spirit dictate, I come back ready to create more.
I'm sure others have different tales to tell, so do tell below in the comments.