Some ideas come at the right moment and their essence can be captured with a quick note or sketch, but far more slip away, and sometimes the sheer magnitude of those lost masterpieces can be overwhelming.
I occasionally mine my idea file for seeds, but so far only one has turned into a story. It's a little depressing to have so many and know there is not enough time to explore them all.
This multitude of ideas -- true gems (of course) -- are at risk of being wasted, and it is tormenting to know I am not doing enough to reach my full potential and bring them to fruition. There is always some beauty or insight I wish I had the ability to capture and share.
There is much more art to be created than can ever be hoped to be realized. Perhaps that is the root of the stereotype of the tortured artist.
I hope my fleeting imaginings leave behind some vestige of themselves, a spark at the ready, to be seized upon when the time is right to create something worth sharing.
"Vestige" by Cindy James - encaustic wax on cradle board 7.5 x 7.5. 2013.