Lately, visions of vibrant color have been making their way into my daydreams. In my mind, paint splatters all around me. Intense colors of magentas, reds, and oranges gush, swirl, and surround my body. My hands dip into buckets of varying hues. The color coats my skin and drips from my fingers. It’s a huge mess, but in these thoughts I’m happy. I’ve felt creatively blocked for some time – probably the longest “dry spell” I’ve had in years. It feels unnatural and foreign. I feel out of my element. “Work through it,” say all my books on creativity. I’m trying. I only hope my efforts can restore some sort of normalcy.
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