Some people go drink when they can’t get words out of their head and onto the page (or screen). Me? Well, when I took a spin around my writer’s block today, I kept on going right past the corner bar and instead made a sharp left down an alley of artistic expression where an idea dawned on me that involved some old shades, a couple spoons, and two ball bearings I’ve had since my high school days (I believe I “borrowed” ’em from physics class after seeing Humphrey Bogart in The Caine Mutiny). Here are the results (click to biggify):

Strange Eyes 1

Strange Eyes 3

Kinda creepy? Maybe. But I find great solace and inspiration in how, in the midst of some aggravation, I can find some creative outlet to divert my attention and get me back on track.