I’m overloaded. My head is so full of ideas and thoughts that it has gone silent.
Art is a great counterpoint to writing for this reason. Even the act of looking at works of art stills and centres the busied mind. The shift to the other brain creates harmony and has a re calibrating effect.
Simply put it feels really good to contemplate images, forms patterns and relationships abstractly like underground life forms or the moving pictures behind the eyelids when not in sleep. It feels like breathing deeply a form of meditation in a sense. Mostly it brings us into our childlike selves without which we cannot be adults.
Moving between the two I find keeps both oiled and fuses the potential for growth in each.
This is a painting I made in 1997.