seasonal

I am having a creative breakdown.

I love the fall. I love the fall fashion. I love red, brown, and even burnt orange. I love walking and hearing the leaves under my feet crackling. I love apple cider and ginger snaps. I love tea and soup and cuddling with warm blankets. I actually love the weather and the sky and the way the naked trees look. I love scarves and boots, oh I love rain boots. You see, I love Autumn, I really do. I look forward to it.

The downfall about Fall... The artistic sky that creates a beautiful landscape for blank canvas and a charcoal pencil seems dreary and depressing. Sometimes I can feel trapped, trapped because it is cold and trapped because I want to feel free. There is something about being bundled with scarves that can feel somewhat restricting, somewhat suffocating.

I know that during this beautiful time of year I should feel inspired but I don't. I feel blocked. Everything I make, I am not happy with. It is so frustrating. I look at my creativity for an outlet that I don't get anywhere else. So I am writing and trying to push through those barriers, and trying not to let that naked tree and its creepy hand branches squeeze all of it out.