I'm watching Roman Holiday while my 3 dogs search the house for my lost, or misplaced, inspiration.My inspiration is not so much lost as 'cluttered'... confused. My ideas are currently torn between those from the past and these of the present, between child and woman, between innocence and cynicism... I feel like I am hovering somewhere between Betty Boop and Bettie Paige!
Perhaps there need not be any conflict of interest inside my head. Maybe all these ideas can work harmoniously, (or otherwise), together...
"If I’m honest I have to tell you I still read fairy-tales and I like them best of all."
— Audrey Hepburn
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I understand this confusion. Not so much as an artist, because I am not one. But because of who I am. I embrace the moment, but I fear the future somewhat, and feel quite unprepared, even though I have plan A-Z, and the past, I lament because of my inability to embrace the moment back then. And so I fear, I may not be holding the moment now. Does that make sense?
PS: I should add that I have been evaluated by a professional...who could find nothing wrong, in terms of mental-health, so what I have said (above) is completely sane! :)KAZZ XX
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