.... and then the fog begins to clear.

Things are beginning to settle into some semblance of, well not exactly order, but certainly a less chaotic state in my brain. My neuron percolator has been dripping away on overtime of late, which means that any day now I will finally be able to put words and actions to the months and months of thoughts.

Having taken a bit of a break from my art school work, I have found that those feelings of being overwhelmed are receding, leaving the gritty stuff where my good ideas come from. Thinking things up has never been my problem, editing them down has. Underneath all the clutter of study, home, business, family etc lies the building blocks of my next body of work. I would get glimpses of it now and then, but could never quite reach it to interact with it in a satisfying way. So I just had to trust that my coffee pot brain would keep bubbling away through the grinds of life, and leave me with a tasty product with which to work, add my own milk and sugar, and create something visually aromatic.

At times it would feel like the ideas, the creations, were tantalizingly close. They could be seen but not touched, like something lying in wait at the bottom of river. The image of it being distorted by the flowing water so that when I reach in to grab it, it was merely a trick of the light and my fingers missed it by inches.

However, the racing of the river is easing. I can feel it.

It is almost time to create. Almost time to make the coffee.