
Paul is beginning to feel the first pangs of doubt & indecision with his creations. I can't help but feel guilty. He compares his work to published authors, recognized artists and employed craftsmen. The days of making stuff for the joy of making stuff are fading. Frustration and angxt lie ahead.
I mention this only as a backdrop to my attempts to recover childlike notions of what's "good". I may never be free of inhibitions while I work( a worthy goal in all phases of anyones life), but even in the attempt, the opportunity for discovery and growth unfold.
The kids return this afternoon and I can take a break from fretting over meaningless contemplations and get back to being "Dad" and a well meaning but struggling carpenter.
The attached photo is of an acrylic piece, tentatively named "Come Out To Play".