An Uphill Slog
My brother-in-law used to make the best salsa ever. I devoured it any time I had a chance. I usually took a container home with me, too. Naturally, I complimented him effusively on his culinary expertise, expressing elegantly-phrased gratitude for being so lucky to be a recipient. Occasionally, I may have requested that the salsa be prepared when we were invited for dinner. Or sometimes, possibly, when we invited them for dinner. One day, he surprised me with the recipe. The recipe?! What did I want with the recipe! Clearly, he did not understand the nature of our relationship.
That's kind of the story in my studio at the moment. Things were going so well! Painting like mad, the ideas just flowing out of me-- I actually ran out of canvas, rather unexpectedly. But I considered it serendipitous, in that it gave me a week or so to explore some other media and expand my repertoire. Notice the elegantly-phrased gratitude? However. My repertoire does not seem to be budging, and I am Working. So. Hard. Working. Meh.
Bravely Being Whiny