First art piece in 3 weeks, and I feel stalled on it. I want to communicate feeling blank and mute and stalled and unable to be expressive. It feels unfinished, but maybe it’s actually finished in it’s lack of background or definition. No words, because there are no real words to put there… There’s nothing stopping me but myself, my own walls and fear. There’s no face because I’ve shut off everything. There’s no background because I’m not in touch with what’s going on underneath. Outside forces started the chaos that’s keeping me silent, but it’s purely my own defenses. I’m hiding… not totally intentional, but works in unintended ways.
I keep thinking a few words should border her flying hair; small, unobtrusive… but nothing fits, so nothing materializes. Maybe later, or not at all.