The Great Comedians, conceptual self-portraiture project on Ello, take 11
Oftentimes when the artistic juices fail to flow, it's referred to as a 'creative slump.' I guess I'm there. I've lost it. I feel dry and vacant. It's like climbing the mountain, searching for the heart that's nailed to the bark of that mythical tree, only to find the tree is gone at the top; cut down, and you're left wasted and teetering on the edge of a cliff, staring over deserts of the soul. The big rise failed and the only way forward is back down from the direction you were trying to move from to begin with. What to do? Pick the scabs from the feet, thankful for boots that still have plenty of tread.
Cradle and Grave