In the Middle of a Creative Shift
It feels like I'm perched at the highest point of a roller coaster. That suspended moment where everything is quiet, stretched thin, full of anticipation and fear at the same time.
I’m sitting here with all of these images in my head, feeling them swirl and overlap, and yet I’m resisting putting pen and brush to paper.
Maybe it’s the fear of collapsing possibility into something fixed. Maybe it’s the vulnerability of letting what’s internal become visible. Or maybe this phase is asking for a little more listening before movement.
I can feel the pull of structure and looseness, geometry and watercolor, past work and present curiosity - all coexisting, not yet ready to settle. There’s something tender and uncomfortable about this pause, like gravity hasn’t taken over yet.
For now, I’m trying to trust that even this resistance is part of the process. That sitting with the images, hovering at the peak, is also a form of making. And when the moment comes, the supplies will be there.
