Dalida is playing in the background, the birds are singing too, and the crickets are just up. There aren't many left of them now, but they keep pushing and singing, in the desperate hope for mating before this season / their life ends. I too keep on pushing and writing, in the desperate hope for something that I am not totally aware of. I've found several different explanations throughout my life as to why I love, need and want to write, but I've dropped them all this morning, when I fought the urge to distract myself with other things yet again, and brought myself here.
I'm sitting behind my desk in the workshop, in the new corner, with the forest view, nothing but trees can be seen from this angle. I've changed things and the furniture around lately for the new season, I do all my creative work from the same spot these days, my writing too. The office room is small and cozy, it should be easier to heat come winter time.
We're in the second eclipse season for this year, things are quite heavy and intense at this stage.
I'm eager to start working today, I've been itching for copper, and now I finally have it. Beautiful copper sheets are calling me to mold and shape into whatever my heart and soul call for, and so I must answer.
I have Dalida on repeat since I got up, perhaps I can make a silhouette of her, turn it into a piece of jewelry or something. I've been touched by her very existence ever since I was a child.
I am going for a walk later today, the air is fresh after the heavy rain of late, and there has been some flowers blooming, I could see yellow spreading over bushes of greens from my balcony - I might use some nature in my new creations too.
Though it's Thursday, it feels like Monday. Head is hazy, but I will allow art to create itself through me, no mental faculties needed, thankfully.
