The holidays are almost over along with all that they involve: finishing up hand-made gifts, mailing packages, baking cookies, having guests. Just two more events on my horizon and then life can get back to normal… but I hope it doesn’t.
What I hope for is more making and less settling for a promise that tomorrow I will do it. This year I will be ruthless in protecting my time for creativity. I will draw. I will write. I will be a mother bear protecting my time.
May you also stand up to people, to tasks and to those seemingly-insignificant, practically invisible time-sucking …what? what are they? If you have read Momo (Michael Ende), —and I recommend you do!— you will know that they are the men in grey, smoking their cigars and draining the fun out of everything.
Someone had managed to avoid the men in grey. I came across this when I was walking in the woods. Let Making be a top priority in 2016!
What is that, Vermont’s motto? For some reason it came to me as I was doing my drawing. That motto is so extreme, isn’t it? And yet it came to me because I was thinking something along the lines of Make Art or Die.
Once again, I got to the point where I felt almost desperate to make something. The most common problem is that I sit down and I don’t know what to do. But come to think of it,I did do some drawing: I did a sketch while I was at the library yesterday, I did a short drawing while I was on a break at work a couple of days ago, and I recently picked an Illustration Friday theme from the archives and made a drawing from it. But the truth is, those did not satisfy at all.
Today, on the other hand, I feel good. And this time, I just jumped in. I made a scribble. It was ugly. I made some figures from it. They were ugly. I kept going. I added color. And now, for some reason, I feel fulfilled. I feel as if I’ve done the work I needed to do.
Isn’t that strange? Not all drawing is equal. But what’s the key difference?