A Stay of Execution

Daruma

 

 


It’s been a hard-workin’ nonstop year. After a seven month stretch of incessant production and showing, my clay buddies tell me it’s normal to feel a bit cranky and whomped.

Thing is, my case of whomp seems to have settled in. The flavor is out of the chewing gum and I can no longer get myself to happily go in the studio, much less work on stuff waiting there.

Dare I call it Burnout? Existential Ennui? Depression? Fear? Creative Blockage?

Maybe…

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