Languishing is a word being used a lot to describe how people are reacting to the effects of the pandemic. I reckon, at least in the area of art, it fits me pretty well. There is sort of a numbness in my creative self that I'm not used to. The latest article I read about languishing said that at some point, doing something is better than nothing, just to kick it to start.
So, last week, in absence of the motivation to make something new, I figured I may as well at least work on technical problems in the meantime. I also had an aha moment when I realized my excellent student worker could help me with some of the heavy lifting (literally). So, after a two year period in mothballs, we fired up the litho shop.
Our goal is to get a successful print, even if it is just a simple crayon drawing.
And then, last night, I dreamed that two snake plants, one healthy and one in a broken pot growing out of only an inch or two of soil improbably packed at the top of the pot and the bottom completely empty, both very quickly grew long vines that arched over and joined to make a new plant in the space between them. I was very happy to watch it happen and see the new life begin.
I'm taking it as a good sign.
