First post, so it's NEW all right

Am new and timid re blogging, not least because of the amazing ones done by the gifted tribes of artists I so admire.

For a few dark weeks, I have felt stuck to the chin in drying clay, unable to pick up a brush or envision much that's create-able. This space, maybe, is my first wriggle out of the immobility. No brush, a dab of font colour, a few brave words ... clay starts to shift, flake and even crack? Hope so. Naming this a "central station" means I hope to use it for mindful reflection on matters central to my art explorations as challenges and treats for the core of me.

Career was fab, and is now way back there; do not want a new one of those! Play is what I am hungry for, and I need my own permission to play as a key to loving life moment by moment. Such permission is currently not on tap. Have been counselled to Give Myself Permission TO Give Myself Permission, and that is what I am going to do right now: create a certificate of Permission to Play from me to moi.

Cross your fingers for me to pay attention. Maybe it ought to be a Command Performance rather than a simple certificate? Well, okay then!