As the magic residue settles on what was an otherworldly experience at Milkwood, I’ve come away yearning for the momentum I had creatively. It was as if I’d fallen into a powerful yet safe current, feeling like anything was possible, and growing by the minute. The space to think, draw, collage. Peers to be inspired by and held accountable to. TIME TO THINK.
And then, I returned home. Much like Max in a wild book we all know, I was wiser and grateful to be with those who love me the most. Settling back in is good! I’ve been busy getting four manuscripts ready for their next steps, getting back into the studio with new verve and knowledge, and thinking about how to share it all with you. There’s joy in the routine. My studio is a special place too.
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And yet.
That creative current was so powerful. I dream of it in full color. I want to go back! I know the experience was in a lot of ways bespoke. You only meet a group of people that special for the first time once. In some ways, because the experience was new and out of my comfort zone, by definition, it would have to be different.1 But surely, there are things to reproduce and be reminded of here?
Can we re-discover the flow?
What can we do to make our every day be closer to our most creative?
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