with her hands.

Creativity can be a funny thing.

At least for me, who goes through periods of creative floods and droughts. Sometimes my mind is there but deep down I have nothing to say. Other times there is so much to express but I simply can't engage my communication skills. It almost feels like to produce anything truly wonderful, the stars of my inner solar system must be perfectly aligned. And at the rate I've been going lately, I think Hailey's Comet is headed here sooner.

One of the strangest things has been happening to me lately. Instead of turning to words, my usual modus operandi for creative outlet, I can only find interest in the physical world -- I just want to create something with my hands.

I'm not writing poems. I'm not writing stories. I'm not writing thoughts. I'm not writing grocery lists. All I can dream about is refinishing hardwood floors, reupholstering chairs, learning to make pottery, cutting a friends hair and painting elaborate patterns onto just about any surface that is non-textured, boring looking and my landlord won't be angry about.

I'm not sure what has brought about this change of direction but I must admit it is a part of me that I am excited to explore. I've always been, at least to myself, Olivia the writer. But now I get to dabble with Olivia the carpenter, Olivia the designer, Olivia the artist?

Perhaps you can expect more pictures posts on this blog soon enough. :)