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I seem to get enthusiasms - I’m not sure what else to call them-where all of a sudden I have a new interest that I have to learn all about. And then I’ll go into overload mode where I absorb everything about the subject that I can find and I’ll try it until I’m relatively confident about it… Then I’ll go on to the next one or cycle back to a new phase of one of my other hobbies. I can’t seem to fully concentrate on more than one thing at a time.

Right now I’m reading up on writing. It was the one thing that I’ve been meaning to get around to “someday” that I hadn’t done much about. So I’ve been writing and I’ve been reading. I always read but it’s is a bit more directed when I’m trying to learn about something. I request books from the library, download workshops, read online articles, listen to podcasts… Basically fill up my brain with anything about the subject I can find.

My brain’s almost at the overflow point - that’s when I can take all these ideas and techniques and know-how and start connecting them together and trying new things.

It’s quite fun actually but I have to admit I’ve been neglecting my clay… But that’s ok. It’s time will come around again once the writing is more stable.

Miyoko San

Snare me the soul of a dragon-fly,
The jewelled heart of a dew-tipped spray,
    A star’s quick eye,
    Or the scarlet cry
Of a lonely wing on a dawn-lit bay.
  Then add the gleam of a golden fan,
  And I will paint you Miyoko San.

Find me the thought of a rose, at sight
Of her own pale face in a fawning stream,
    The polished night
    Of a crow’s slow flight,
And the long, sweet grace of a willow’s dream.
  Then add the droop of a golden fan,
  And I will paint you Miyoko San.

Lure me a lay from a sunbeam’s throat,
The chant of bees in a perfumed lair,
    Or a single note
    Gone mad to float
To its own sweet death in the upper air.
  Then add the click of a golden fan,
  And I have painted Miyoko San.

–Mary McNeil Fenollosa