this morning #525.

this morning, after spending a full hour working on a new piece, she looked at it with despair, slashed an x-acto knife across it & flung it like a frisbee out onto the back lawn. out of sight. out of mind. slightly out of her mind. now she could start anew although she knew that she was knee-deep in a creative block shitstorm. actually, it was less of a block & more of a constipated sense of doubt in her abilities. people knew her style. bold colors blended with deep blacks. big canvases that took up entire walls. it worked for her for a while & then she grew tired of it, filled her days trying to develop a new technique. as it turned out, her answer was on the back lawn: partially-destroyed canvases.