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Hoping to have uncorked myself, so to speak. I'm back on Twitter after two years of absence, and yesterday painting went well, at least, I found the tree's shape. All I need is one finished painting to get going again and create like there's no tomorrow (there isn't).
Being online makes me go to the outside of things though, out, out, ever outwards. I don't know whether there's another way to be here and not let that happen. In due time maybe. Being 'beside myself' might be a complete waste of time, but I do enjoy the flow of creativity. Lame jokes ran through my mind when I went to bed.
Pros and cons. Clarity goes, creativity grows.
Look at me, no clarity whatsoever. First day back I needed six hours to 'return to myself' after a few hours on Twitter. So right now I don't know what to do about that, if anything. It might sort itself out by way of another communication-stop, or I might indulge and finally retreat all by myself although I don't see that happening. Did the contact with people online get my creativity flowing? Can't think straight, so I'll have to see what happens. What an impact on my mind.