Who am I kidding, I thought, I can’t rush art.
I had given myself two hours to work this morning before Jon and I had to get ready to leave for our anniversary trip to an Inn in Vermont. But the harder I tried to pull a collage out of the mess on my studio floor the more I failed.
I scooped up the pink paint I spilled with a plastic container and put what I could back in the jar. Then I cleaned my scissors which were stuck together with matt medium. I washed my brushes sorted my markers and pencils and threw away all the scarps of fabric and paper that I knew I’d never be able to use.
I put all my creative mistakes from the morning in a pile on my shelf to be used another time. Then I hung my collages, in all states or progress, on my wall.
I tried, but neither my head nor my heart was into creating this morning. I’m too focused on going away.