a conundrum

In the past, when artists and writers spoke of having writers block, I had no idea what they meant. My brain was always packed with ideas. My hands were itching to create. I called my art an addiction - something that I just absolutely HAD to do.

Well…surprise. My addiction is apparently cured. Over the last few months, projects were started, but then I lost interest in finishing. Now I’ve lost interest in starting.

Most probably, this is due to the lack of visual stimuli. My quarantined world isn’t feeding the addiction?

I have been busy cleaning out my studio, finding old projects left unfinished:

(Above) This one is from my Fossil Garment series. In the detail (below) you can see the tiny doll arms reaching out:

and a really old one:

Years and years ago, driving through a toll plaza, I noticed the long bright red fingernails of the toll taker. As I drove on, I realized that the fingernails were the only thing I could remember about this woman. So I sewed her portrait.

My studio is looking good, but I have no new art to share with you. This blog will remain on hiatus. Also, my gmail account isn’t working, so if you want to contact me, use Dianesavona@aol.com.

Stay well, stay sane.

Diane