Sunsets and Speechlessness
Well, this creative blockage I'm experiencing isn't making me feel very good about myself or the world around me. Sometimes the artist's eye is clouded and the vision blurry, and though I know it happens to all of us a times it doesn't make me feel any better about my capabilities as an artist. Or a human being.
I did embark on a lovely island drive yesterday ending up watching one of the most beautiful sunsets I have seen in awhile from Off the Wall at Cane Bay. The day was so brilliantly clear that I could see the other islands in the distance more clearly than I have in ages. Houses and buildings were visible as I drove along the windy roads of the island's North Shore. As I have come to expect from Crucian Summer, the skies were rich blue with perfect clouds and the hills were a hearty green, but even surrounded by such beauty, something was missing inside me. I am uninspired, even by the things that usually make me want to create, and it is a strangling and suffocating feeling, quite literally. The most open of spaces cannot provide enough space for me, and the freshest of air is not fresh enough. Or, as I have been told before, nothing is ever good enough for me. Perhaps that is true, but perhaps I refuse to settle. I am on a quest, a journey for new inspiration. Perhaps a change of scenery is necessary. A change of something is necessary.
Since apparently a picture is worth a thousand words, a couple beautiful photos should express at least something.
Sunset at Off the Wall.