I have a confession to make. It is such a naughty one, that I have to whisper it... I haven't painted anything for a month. I haven't drawn. I haven't written any stories. It would seem then, that I haven't actually been me. I have done a terribly decadent thing - I have taken a holiday from being me.
And it was wonderful. Don't get me wrong, I missed it. I missed my pencils and brushes and that glorious joy of creating. And a couple of times i did cave in and get my sketchbook out. But honest - it was just doodling - not proper art.
My days were filled up with looking at the world, lazing about with friends, crying with happiness in art galleries, delighting in little things - like squirrels falling out of trees and dancing around a Henge in the rain in a plastic bin liner/raincoat like a little girl, shopping, sleeping in, and revelling in being On Holidays.
And now I feel rested and filled up with inspiration and joy.
So, some time this week, once my bags are unpacked and I've spring-cleaned the apartment, I will paint something for you guys. Any special requests?
2 comments:
Welcome home Lady Sam!
I think a henge or two with a zombie druid would be a lovely way to start being Sam again :0)
Same, Sam! Just felt like I did nothing for all that time away - and it was kind of true! But like you, I had so many experiences and so much fun. It was good fodder and today I took the plunge and picked up the pen again. Thankfully I hadn't forgotten how!
Thunder thighs and ferris wheels are what I'm thinking of ;) Enjoy getting back into it. x
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