The week in index cards

I am in the midst of a making frenzy.

Work is insanely busy, but I am compelled, driven, dare I say obsessed? with making index cards.  For each one I deem "finished" there are a half dozen or more in various states of completion.

Inspiration comes from so many places - this week from the trendy colors of consumer goods found in Target.  Clearly I'm not using enough gray.

 

Patterns are everywhere.

I take pictures of my favorite summer clothes and replicate the designs on index cards.  I make and make and make until the design is no longer recognizable.

There is too much paint left on the palette, and I grab a blank card, and another and another until the paint is gone. The cards pile up.

When it's way past bedtime and you realize you didn't make today's card, you grab one of those "leftovers" and slap a chicken on it.

I am scattered in a million directions.

I look up and find myself on a road that doesn't lead to where I meant to go.

This seems to be both literal and metaphorical.

It's not necessarily a bad thing.

My week is a blur of color and shading and half-formed images, and half-completed ideas.  I really hope I've accomplished all the things I think I've accomplished.

I left the burner on for a few hours the other night.

I probably need a spotter.

I should probably go to sleep.

But oh it feels good to want to make things.