IndigOranges

 The purpose of this blog, when it was birthed all those years ago, was to be a record of my art practice and the process and the thoughts behind it. And as of today, it has become, sadly I might add, a epitaph of unfulfilled ambitions and unresolved desires, and a resting place for a whole lot of 'what-if's'.  Tonight is one of those times when my thoughts turn to the question if this is all that is to my existence. Or is there something worthwhile or at anything that I can look forward to. As of now, every day is just another rolled up meals packet of work to be completed, deadlines to be reached, invoices and payments, and mostly just hurtling from one job to another, grateful though i am for this, but i seem to be side stepping the big picture. The pressing need to find a house, one that can become a haven for my art and a place where my brain can soar freely. So much criteria for a dwelling, and the budget constraints. Tension is there, but one perseveres.  Every now a