I think about creativity, or more often, the lack thereof, all the time. Especially because it is a thing that I desperately want in spades and that I’m desperately afraid I don’t have in any really good way. I mostly think I have some creativity, but it’s the mediocre kind at best. But I have also not given up on the idea that I’ve got it, buried somewhere. I just have to keep trying to find it.
Last Sunday I finally held the first “Sundial Still Life Sunday”. (Sundial is part of the name because Sundial Wire is the name of the business Jim and I run –see www.sundialwire.com — and because it is the venue for the group since my “studio” is the sunroom at home, about 8′ x 10′ and doubling as the home paperwork-processing center as well — not even big enough for one.)
It has taken me over a year to go from having the idea to actually sending out an email and inviting people. There were four of us, including one who hadn’t drawn in ages and one who whips lovely paintings out in a flash with seemingly no effort.
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Publishing Books by Established and Emerging Writers from Western Massachusetts
Publishing Books by Established and Emerging Writers from Western Massachusetts
Words, Sustainably Harvested, Irresponsibly Curated
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Hilary Zaloom 