you only have to glance away for a moment before turning around and knocking heads with the next month. Or the next next month. Oddly enough, just shortly before the Celtic new year I was also knocking heads with a sudden burst of creativity (as well as a cold) and have found myself adding new material to my old poetry notebook after two years of abstinence. Charcoal, graphite and watercolours are all very well and good, but I think my first love will always be writing things - not that I'm cruel enough to melt people's eyeballs with my terrible compositions! (These journal entries are torture enough.) For that particular hobby, being one's own audience is enough for me.
All of this rambling grinds down to the fact this latest bout of scribbling has re-ignited a wish to create an abstract or surrealistic piece of art. Problem? I have no idea where to begin, or what to do. Those two genres above all others, whilst holding immense appeal for their evocative and mysterious elements, frankly terrify me.