Dealing with the coming and going of muses is an old familiar problem, but now I've got an overabundance of visitations yet I'm unable to respond and I don't know why.

Painting has been tough. Even the collages aren't happening though I'm inspired to do them. I'm looking back at the first set I did several years ago which came out of the blue and relatively smoothly. They were all watery, Jungian, and female, and happened at a time of busy transition and new endeavours just like now. Now I'm even more full of images and words, but utterly incapable of getting them out in a sensible form. I'm afraid I'll lose it if I can't make good on it. I hope to find some clue in these watery women.

"I am the mute who is speechless, and great is the multitude of my words".