For now I'm not fussing over my "productivity" in the studio. I'm simply enjoying this phase of frenzied feeding. Like a reading rage, this period of almost manic consumption of fairy tale stories is all part of the process.
Signs and significances. Seeds. These are what I am gathering. Distilling and filtering through the ocean of details, tracing threads of connections from one meaning to another, linking back and forward, pulling at tangles and unraveling loose ends.
Cleaning the slate. Calibrating defaults. Redefining the givens.
But yes my head is in the clouds, and it is all I can do to keep my feet touching the ground. And my heart, well, my heart is a kite on a fraying string, tugging to be free.