Creativity comes and goes in cycles. There are busy times, when ideas come faster than you can write them down and the creative projects flow. Then there are quiet times, when not much is happening and you let things simmer. You need both.
In my studio, all I want to do is curl up with a book. I’m ignoring my “to do” list as much as possible. I’m in dreamland on my morning hikes, thoughts scattered to the wind.
What I see and photograph is changing, too. I’m being drawn to different places and imagery. Photography on my vacation was a breath of fresh air. A chance to break from the usual. I find myself craving more of that feeling.
Now that I’m back, instead of the forest abstracts, it’s the light on the grass catching my eye. I’m seeing things on my commute I want to stop and capture. I have ideas for created images floating in my head. That’s unusual.
I don’t know where I’m going with all of this yet. Whatever the direction, I’m not moving very fast.
I’m enjoying the lull, the peace and quiet, the feeling of anticipation without hurry. I’ve been here before in the creative cycle.
It’s the calm before the storm.