I have found myself in the doldrums recently. Bird and line have become moribund? How to revive? Keep going. If there is some underlying motivation for this work, to continue will test its capacity for renewal. In the meantime there remains only technique?
The process is one of feeling, perhaps an impotent desire for the bird to sing once more? Might it sing by proxy, drawing as a drawing – out of silenced song, hearing with the eye? One day, perhaps.
