Anything Could Happen
I’ve been off and on the saddle since my last post: missing opportunities, (narrowly) missing deadlines, clinging on small bursts of inspiration, but not following them through, getting frustrated at my rusty movements, at my lack of fluidity when being on pointe, at not keeping up with the fast-paced counting, getting excited again by the prospect of organizing an art event next year, getting more frustrated by the fact that – for the past 3 weeks, I struggled with my daily to-do-lists – feeling enthusiastic about the work from some fellow artists and friends.
I’m not sure where I am going with this [post]. Not sure I should read anything into this “chaotic” period either. Perhaps it is a perfectly normal state to find myself in – I have not fully reconnected with my practice so why shall I put unnecessary pressure on a work that has yet to be created? Why not just enjoying the moment when anything creatively could happen?
