...yes, I have lots of them. And I am busy busy trying to get them completed. It's at times like this that I forget to eat. When my mind is alight with creativity. When I start one thing and then another, and another, and another and keep going in this strange manner led by some innate direction. I can't create a routine or prioritise my work, no matter how hard I try. I just fly in what appears to be some crazy, chaotic pattern for an undetermined period of time.
I take photos when I should be writing. I write when I should be recording. I record when I should be taking photos. I pick up a pair of scissors when I thought I was going to pick up a pen. I start cutting something that I thought I was going to stitch.
And at some point I suddenly feel it is the right time to stand back. And observe. And sign my name.
But I'm not there yet. I'm still flying about the place going from one project to the next, forgetting to eat. I look forward to the time when I feel it's right to stand back and say "I'm finished".