Since this is suppose to be a blog about my art and travels, I suppose I should speak about my art. After having lived in New York and feeling stressed for time (really energy), I set off on this adventure to the Far East to spend my days making art. After a mad scramble to get out of New York, and a 10 day meditation retreat, you would think I would be posed for the future: making art. But alas you would be wrong, I feel directionless and overwhelmed at the same time. There are too many possibilities, and maybe too much time. In the past at artist residencies, I realized that my productivity came from solitude and much time sitting on gazing into the scenery. Of course, I remember this with great fondness but if I really think about it, there was anxiety too. What should I do? It this good? Where is this going? Should I do this or that? And then there was the loneliness to contend with. And then strikes the guilt and anxiety for not accomplishing enough. Hmmmm, that is exactly like here. I also feel "blocked". I have almost no ideas on what to do. I am making my usual abstracts which of course is fabulously fun but even those are drying up and I have times when I think they are stupid. I am trying to make outdoor pieces but I am not inspired at all. Maybe because the sun is blazing and my outdoor space is a wide open orchard or maybe I am just blocked. I am supposed to do an exhibition in March before I leave but first I have to come up with an idea. I have almost none. I have one which is a large scale outdoor installation but having nothing to do with nature or natural materials. I am doing tests but nothing is working out. Nothing is coming together at all. I've posted picture of some of the abstracts on paper I am working on.
