Missing, Forgotten or multi-tasked into a shallow “goodnuff” coma.
Spring arrives but the Muse does not awaken, perhaps it is just a momentary lapse? With the new darkroom inspiration is within reach yet the Muse is a no show. Maybe it is still winter in the mind, a time for looking back on old forgotten thoughts. The mouth opens to speak silently to no one who quietly understand and walk a path seeking an answer to a question they fear to ask.
I used to wander this path back and forth to coffee, now I wander through an abstract studio cluttered with images of forgotten thoughts. What I’m looking for I’m not sure but if it is here it won’t be found. Over 140 characters nuff said. pjc