For the longest time, I thought I truly understood myself and the world around me. This, it seems was something less the the truth. I go through phases, I want to create one day and the next, it just seems so redundant. Ideas seem to gestate naturally in my head and will fester for a while then I am done with them.

I am constantly learning and re-learning about that creative urge and I think that I finally have a handle on it.

I enjoy the process, but not the end result, or just the fact that it has ended.