…and when the hemisphere in question is the left, the right takes charge and invents a clever metaphor for total lack of common sense—like, say, half of a brain on vacation. So, my right brain has been a live wire of firing synapses while my left has a solo cricket serenade on a loop. As it turns out, brains function better when left intact.
For the past couple of weeks, my creativity has been overwhelming, to the extent that I am actually irritated. Losing sleep because I still haven’t come to terms with living in the Caribbean is one thing, but to lose sleep because I want to paint an image that features an origami crane is senseless. In the last fifteen days, I have painted six original watercolors. My attempts to wring out the creative spasms by flying through canvases have been entirely ineffective. Even now I consider the brilliant new wash of colors I’ll use on my next piece.
Most of my friends and family know that I paint; but surely they know I don’t paint this much. The urge to break out the brushes happens about twice a year. I paint a picture; usually I give it away; then I’m creatively exhausted for a span of four to six months. But now I’m being rocked by this insatiable need to create. The need is not driving me to my usual photo recreation specialty, either; instead, I am caught up in a surrealistic and abstract chaos.