...and with the downpour, my spirits rose. There's something about the relentless patter of rain that I find deeply comforting and inspiring. Maybe it is a sort of white noise for my soul, drowning out all the hectic thoughts and doubts. As the kitties stretched their toes before the heater, worn out from their usual morning play session, I settled into the studio, excited for the first time in days by a torrent of new ideas. Of course, I should've been working on canvases for the December show but I felt that while the inspiration was flowing, I should follow it wherever it led. What resulted was a series of small collaged canvases (5 inches square) on which I applied some of the journaling techniques I've been playing with lately. I am excited by this concept and feel that the roots for a new show (or at least new work) have been planted. I'm still very much in the experimental stage, trying to find my way through a wilderness of possibilities. However, somehow I am confident that the path lies ahead. I pop open a virtual umbrella and skip through the rain, delighting in the ideas falling from my brain.