Trying to work on getting my mojo/muse back. I just keep sending Jim into space at the moment. I’m guessing there’s a subconscious subtext there. Distance. Isolation. Feeling cut off. Set adrift.
May have to start painting again. Maybe it’ll lead to more expression. Painting used to depress me and take me too far into myself. But maybe that is what I need right now? If I can cope with how dark it takes me…
One day it’ll all make sense…won’t it, Jim? (He’s not listening…)
