Despair

I was talking to a friend today and she reminded me on how much she loved my jewelry designs and asked why I stopped. I really couldn’t tell her why, but I remembered a time when my passion was like opium and I couldn’t stop creating. I could breathe it, I craved it. It has been almost a year and I am still at a stand still. I look at the box where all my supplies sit and I cannot bring myself to create anything.

They say that every artist has a black period, but I never considered myself an artist, so why would it touch me? I sometimes feel like my creativity is gone and I want to hit the walls, scream my despair. I pace back and forth like a lunatic trying to get an idea, any idea in my head. I look at my photographs and I see the emptiness. Something has broken … another piece to add to the thousands of chards that make me damaged goods.



On a lighter note, I was looking for Sarah Vaughn's videos on You Tube and found Alicia Keys' new single. The resolution is much better on Yahoo Music though. Lovely song!

http://video.music.yahoo.com/up/music/music/?rn=1301797&vid=48605781&stationId=&curl=http%3A%2F%2Fsearch.music.yahoo.com%2Fsearch%2F%3Fm%3Dall%26p%3Dalicia%2Bkeys%2Bno%2Bone%26SpellState%3Dn-1117608080_q-cetQ.E7%2FtAmg8bK5KYxKFAAAAA%40%40