Just Some Flowers I Drew For Me
Pitt Artist Pens, Golden Fluid Acrylic on Paper
Part of the process of being an artist, is losing it, and recovering it. At least for me.
Creativity is not a static thing, it is a fluid process.
Sometimes the process goes underground and it seems as if we don't have access to it.
But we are humans, and as humans, innately creative beings.
It shows up in different ways, painting or writing, maybe, or maybe cooking or gardening, or a way of dealing with complicated problems, or a way of relating in our social circles. I doubt there is anyway to put a limit on the uses of human creativity.
I suppose it is our ability to envision something different from what is already present in our reailty.
In that case, then we are being creative simply by following our urges to be creative when we feel we are not.
So here is my drawing for today. I am following my urge to paint. I am taking the steps to find my voice, find my painting from a place where I was not painting. (Yes, me too, who painted almost every day this last year, I go back to being a creative shlub.)
I don't feel like I have the brilliance or the inspiration or the calm or the energy to do what I used to do. I'm always so tired at night and so busy during the day and my brain is running off on so many fragmented thoughts that , I seem to never pick up my paintbrush.
But I committed to it. I committed to the page and I showed up. My paints were too much for me last night, so I took out my Pitt Artist Pens and drew some flowers while watching So You Think You Can Dance. I just drew something pretty. No meaning. No self criticism, just acceptance. A drawing, a little acrylic wash over that.
And that little step is yet another step on the road to my bigger goals.
Oh the up and down road of life.