While the physical creation has slowed, waiting on some architectural remedies, the spiritual creation never stopped. Soon they will blend, but I am sure the blend will be novel. I expect things will be the same, just in a different location. That keeps me sane. But I know I have changed right down to my molecules.
Through miraculous happenstance, I have met my most admired figurative realism sculptor, a production designer dripping with accolades from broadway plays to Disneyworld, Crimson Rose the once-naked fire lady of Burning man, and a dozen other creatives who, without giving me direction changed me--forever. My daughter has a t-shirt reading "Don't look back. It's not where you're going."
The chaos that once was my studio will soon give birth to new sculpture, a reborn studio and new opportunities for beauty. I didn't give serious thought to sculpture lighting possibilities, to mediums expressing their true emotional and implicit messages, or to the effects of elemental spirals on joyful creations. Can I go back? Nah. When the world is swirling around me, I tell myself nothing has changed. Makes me comfortable. But nah.