The waiting season is always interesting and uncomfortable. I find spring a transition that is palpable. My creative juices are in some liminal state. Once I spot this, I try and accept this fact and just let it happen. Like the buds on the cherry trees, waiting for that moment to burst. The creative process in spring seems to follow and track with nature. So I follow my gut and just do the next thing. Once day printing, a day devoted to fixing the Canonette and constant puttering and cleaning in the studio.
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