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I had been envisioning a glorious two weeks of art immersion during my Fall Break. Time! Not evening time or weekend time. Real, uncrunched time. Hour after hour time. Time for those backlogged ideas to flow, gush, pour, magically appear.

No.

Slow. That’s how it went the first week. I had time. Time for critical thinking. Whereas, if I had been working, I might have started something new by feeding off of the previous piece, now I found myself in unfamiliar territory. I now had plenty of time to decide. What do I want to do next? Idea after idea was laid out, pieces moved around, paper painted, more pieces moved around, old work reviewed, new pieces cut, templates cut, images appearing and quickly dissolving. Lots of fussing with this idea or that. Nothing jelled until one of those ideas I had been playing around with…

A tower of color shapes. Sculpture-like, but not.

This is the current version:

Slow is a good thing. Creative forces have time to stretch.