I wish I had something better to show you:

Unfortunately, not.  This is a computer collage of some rather crappy painting I have done recently.  Although I do like the bottom right hand side with the greens and the white and the scribbles. I've had a lingering obsession with John Wolseley ever since I saw his work at the State Library of Victoria a year ago.  I like the way he uses the white of his paper and his scratchy lines... although his lines say something... unlike my scribbles.  I am not as fond of his more realistic and detailed bird stuff, but as soon as it starts getting abstract it rings my bells.

I had thought the cure for my creative doledrums was to get in and start quilting the pieces I have piled up... but I think it is more than that.  I've stopped feeding my creativity.  Stopped sketching, stopped photographing and observing, for some reason it all seems too hard.  It could be related work pressures, I try not to let work affect my private life, but sometimes it is unavoidable and lately moreso.  I don't think I'm too far gone, but I have to be watchful as no job is worth loosing my will to create and observe.  No way.

I have ten straight days at home over Christmas.  I'm thinking of devising a series of excursions for photographing and drawing and generally working on my stuff.  If I don't plan, I know that I'll spend all the break knitting and watching cricket on the telly... a pretty good way to spend a break and relax, but where would it get me?