I continue to just sit here and mess with my art supplies for a few minutes before I turn back to the computer and photos for "inspiration." It's not inspiration if I don't do anything.
Today I grabbed the paper clay head I've been fiddling with for months. Everyone wrinkled their nose when they saw the peak on his head, asking if he was an alien or if it was a horn. Looking at it, I felt nothing. It doesn't speak to me at all. I keep trying to listen, and there's no thinking noise in my head. So my response to the silence was to dip that puppy in some warm water and start whacking off the peak/horn/freaky hat. Who knows how this one will end up, but I figure if I go over the top away from what I normally do, maybe my internal creative spark will get a little brighter.
Picture to follow.
