22 November 2009
I actually find grey days rather productive. Not today. My mind was completely elsewhere. It was dark at 4:30 pm and I was so restless. I walked to Harvard Square and wandered aimlessly. And found that I didn't actually want to be anywhere.
The chaotic aisles of used books at my favorite bookstore offered no satisfaction, the busker playing "Wild Horses" near the T-station didn't help my mood, and I had no desire for a coffee. I didn't know what I wanted.
I'm just feeling impossible in the studio. The fragments and glimmers are not developing. Or not yet. I feel as if this uncertainty has become perpetual.
pen and ink with wash
3.75 x 6"
copyright Kate Castelli 2009