While I was away in Liverpool...
...not alot of work has gotten done. But nothing gets done where there has been no stimulation, no risk or cultural influence. It's tough to live and work and expect high-level output when you're dealing with low-level input. I don't count chainsaws and tractors as beneficial stimulus.
May has been my month of exploration. Of never unpacking my tiny suitcase for long. Of planes and trains and a sturdy pair of walking shoes. It's been a full-on few weeks. I tried new things - some worked, some did not. I ate too much cheese, stared at piles of paintings and tried not to get run over by cyclists.
And it's strange the way you never really know what you've experienced until after the experience. I'm back nearly one week and it's all still filtering through. I seem to flit from one thing to the next. I'm somewhere else but slowly, the work is coming back to me. And while it hasn't changed dramatically, change is on the way.
Telling stories and making jewellery since the days of big hair and eyeliner.