My creative mojo has gone a.w.o.l.
I had a flurry of collage making one day, woke up the next, and everything I tried to do went pear shaped.
Like a fool who should know better I kept going.
Somedays you do just have to walk away.....go do something else.
Something un-arty. Something that requires little thought and some muscle is usually best.
But it took a mishap with a jar of watered down pva to convince me to move on. The dog now sports a punk look but my kitchen is so much cleaner.
Mojo, mojo, wherefore art thou mojo?