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Can a new desk break a creative block?

My creative soul is missing the act of witnessing young minds inspired by the power of art and community. Usually, around this time of year, I would travel back east to teach a two-week Painting & Video course and return inspired and ready to go full force inside the studio. But the COVID monster has delayed this experience yet again this year. My time teaching has served as a gentle push to get through the cold dark months inside Paper Boat Den. I have always led a very solo creative life inside the studio for as long as I can remember but It's time for me to discover a new creative way to plow through my winter creative blocks! There is never a lack of subject matter; just an absence of creativity.

I am so grateful for my creative space called "The Paper Boat Den" it's not heated or filled with natural light but it's perfectly imperfect for me. I recently got a new desk and removed the random free furniture I had collected around Oakland over the years. I never wanted to buy new furniture for my studio; however, the older I get the more I need comfort for long-lasting creative time. So will this desk be the magic pill to make me want to create again? Will it motivate me to do the work that requires many hours at a desk? My to-do list is long...It contains an animation music video, an unfinished painting, and lots of drawings ideas that are brewing inside my sketchbook.

Needless to say, I am feeling a little overwhelmed. Perhaps this blog entry and the completion of putting this desk together is the start of confronting my creative blocks and moving into action. Like I said before "There is never a lack of subject matter; just an absence of creativity." Thank you again for your patience and support during these past few winter months. I know I will soon be sharing more work once I sail past the storm I have created!

May you be happy and always inspired,

The Paper Boat Den

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