Winter brings the misty clouded landscape, much like my thoughts these days. A block I have experienced for the last few months has been considerably daunting as of lately. It’s like having too much to process, too many thoughts, words and images in memory and in the end, nothing forms. Lately I have been bringing my camera along with me while driving my son to school and the back roads have become my subject matter-no words but I think the feeling and emotion in the images speak more for the lack of words than words themselves.

I  missed one day-there actually was light rising over the remnants of the lake and sure enough I didn’t bring my camera that day. The most illusive these days is that subtle light that touches things-you don’t even have to create the image, the image becomes because the light  has so much character-the last time I saw this phenomenon was in the rich light of Oakland California-the electric hour series-it seems that was when the feeling and words seemed to really surface and I felt more freedom than I have in quite a while. The problem is how we bury ourselves in our everyday lives, my bit of strength and renewal is nature-something I have missed in my life these days.

There are moments in the creative process where there is no thinking or envisioning the image, the colors or words-they are and they simply surrender to the creative spirit. We can attempt, as we tend to do to over think the creative moments we are blessed to have and this is when that all too common writers’ block becomes the obstacle that doesn’t seem to fade away.          Autumn and winter have always been high points in my creativity but these days it seems the lack of true light supersedes the feeling of drama or atmosphere that is inherent in the winter landscape.

I guess I’m being hard on myself in the fact that in the last series I painted over twenty paintings and began a series of stories, new website and various other avenues of creativity but really it seems that doesn’t matter as much as the need to create and the feeling when the lack of inspiration is a weight on the creative soul.