I feel quiet today. I have a whole world inside me, but nothing wants to come out. My creative flow has been interrupted by the heat outside and the abstract feelings inside. Those feelings that can only be translated by art or poetry – or perhaps a primal scream and hours of love making.
I absolutely loathe summer. I can’t think straight in the heat – and I can’t breathe when it’s too bright. Perhaps I was a vampire in my prior life. I love the feel of the nocturnal hours. The darkness has a presence, but light is destroying every nuance of a thought.
August is the worst month of the year. The beauty of summer is fading, turning into a decadent and rotten mess and the heat is always oppressive. I can’t wait for September to come and release me from this frustrating season.
I want to paint!