I'm thinking about my next projects, though those are still vague ideas. I've gravitated back around to the idea of a big dragon, something coated in moss and mushrooms and little crochet flowers. It'll be a fun one. But I don't think I'll take it on any time too soon. I've been stressed, and sick, and overwhelmed, and I suspect the last thing I need is to start the new year trying to one-up myself on big sculptural projects. It will happen when it happens. I intend to make a lot of small and silly things before I try to embark on anything remotely serious.
It is tempting to ramble on here but in all honesty I have very little to say. Sometimes I carve out time to draw, and when I sit down I find that I have very little interest at all in actually drawing anything. That's frightening in ways I cannot adequately put words to. I wouldn't know who I was without decades of constant doodling. I don't want to lose that. But neither do I want my hobbies, or my creative pursuits, to be ruled by fear. I am most proud of myself when I realize I've spent an afternoon doing something fun for the sake of that pleasure. I am most at home in my own skin when I am not trying to prove myself to myself.
I hope very much that, come February, I have some fresh trinkets to share with you. I hope very much that, if I don't, I do not feel ashamed for it. We are all doing our best right now.
I look forward to writing to you again, in February or whenever I have fresh work to share.
Thank you for joining me here.
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