Where Is My Art?

Indeed, where is it?
I wonder if I lost my art somewhere.
My personal best.  My voice.  My music. 
I was reading about artist India Salvor Menuez who said that most of the women in her creative life dress in costume.
I have always loved to dress in direct response my impulses, the directions of my mind.
Always in costume.
However, for the past six weeks, out of necessity, I stripped my life of excessive decoration.
But I suppose even my "basics" were still rather unusual for the tasks I was involved in: visiting my husband during his difficult 12-day hospital stay; sifting, ruthlessly turfing and packing up our large house of five years on my own; moving house while trying to keep husband calm and comfortable during the move.
We've been in our lovely new home for three weeks now and only yesterday I finally got storage sorted for my clothes.
Bags, hats and jewelry are another matter altogether, but I'm getting there.
I've lived without my pared-down but still enormous collection of bangles and necklaces, but content to look at them on display, admiring their colours and shapes.
I've been happy wearing brightly-coloured cottons, creepers, red lipstick and using the same bag everyday.
But by doing so, I can see how so many women easily fall into the trap of wearing the same colours and style day in, day out.
Convenience.  Slowly becoming invisible.
Wondering why they aren't feeling joyful anymore.So today, I begin again.To search for my art.
My music.
1950s headpiece - EtsySilk sequin top and vintage half-slip - op shopsNecklace - gift from Two SquirrelsJohnny Cash earring - custom made by Create Beautiful BeadsHeart earring - DIYShoes - flea market
Massive bastard pink and purple eyelashes - Christmas gift from The Stylist




We have the intawebz back at last, it's been three weeks and I've missed visiting you.
I'm celebrating my return by linking to Sacramento's Share-In-Style: Music theme and  Style Crone's Hat Attack #8.
Baci,
Desiree x