Sometimes, images arise without due cause or explanation.
And while I feel the urge to carry through, to make them materialize, I also have the nagging feeling that they just don’t make sense. That there needs to be a storyline, a purpose, a gameplan behind these imaginings. So, I plan and sketch, and mock up the next image only to have it come through stilted, flat. Because I leave no room for the moment, or the accident that may bring.
Right now, I’m in a search for meaning for this series and it seems to be getting nowhere. It makes me wonder if I should just abandon it and embrace the absurdity just to see where that takes me or my pale-dressed character.