What creativity I've been feeling lately has been very nebulous and abstract, not really coalescing around any specific ideas or themes right now. I take it as a sign that my wee brain is processing All The Things at the moment, and swirls of colors is the best representation of what's going on in there.

There was a time when I might've worried that maybe it was a sign I'd lost my creative drive, was running out of ideas, that I'd never have another one again. This is the intrusion of capitalism on creative thought, the economy of scarcity, where creation is a commodity instead of a natural law of the universe.

I reject this. In these swirls and mixes of color, layer over layer, I see galaxies being born, spring spreading across a countryside, the rhythm of ocean tides. Ideas in primordial form, where the experiment of color and material might eventually coalesce into something that speaks without words. Or may be just as they are.

I think about the amorphous swirl in my head right now not as an absence of ideas, but as a whole cloud of them that haven't taken shape yet. The creating is the point of doing it. Working on these gave me new ideas for what I wanted to do next that I wouldn't have had if I'd accepted the false narrative of creativity as a limited resource that might run out at any moment.