The beach creature that never was…

So I had all the makings at my fingertips and still I sat.

It’s like that sometimes these days. I set out with good intentions, off to do something, make something from nothing, and somewhere along the journey lose my way and find myself sitting, staring into space, remembering.

Remembering. I get lost in remembering. Remembering.

I’ve not posted anything to my blog for a while, took a few days away, a few days without putting my thoughts down on virtual paper. I missed it, but sometimes it’s better to ‘not’ than ‘do’ and this is one of those times. Remembering. Oh, there’s been plenty to blog about - it’s just that although I wanted to make the journey I couldn’t make myself do the travelling.

I wonder if I’m back now? I wonder if anyone is bothered or even noticed that I’d gone away?

Anyway, I set out to Hell’s Mouth to make a beach creature from the flotsam and somewhere along that journey I lost my way and found myself sitting, staring into space remembering.

Oh well, perhaps next time. I still have Dali’s Giraffe to build, burn – he’s in there somewhere.

All I have to do is find him and stop him remembering.