After a very long hiatus, it feels really great to be back in the saddle again!
After the birth of my son, I thought it would be best to put down the pencil and squeegee and focus all my energy on what it means to be a parent. Although creatively I would sometimes have doubt, or question whether I still had the talent or drive after being away from my artistic practice for so long, I had to trust that this was a magical time for me in so many ways. One being the most obvious, the birth of my son but the other was watching, feeling and analyzing all the wonderful ideas that would float past my minds eye. Naturally my focus was centred on other tasks and adventures, but every so often if I felt the idea was worth the action of writing it down I would. Soon I was finding scrap paper with my bubbly hand writing all over the house, which I begin compiling into my notebook, that precious roster whom I had neglected for so long. Before I knew it I was back at my old tricks of waking up at 4 am to write a note in my iPhone so I wouldn’t forget that seemingly wonderful idea that burst in my brain so loud I just couldn’t ignore it.
Of course not all the ideas were great, but they were something… anything to get the wheels turning again I was in full support of. I was becoming a factory! An idea factory! Stock piling and planning, processing (oh how I love the process whether it be metal or tactile) and actualizing, I was so excited!
Now here I am, with the time, the space, the freedom and my own pace, I can create.
What a fantastic feeling!
I would start on one thing, leave it unfinished, start on something else, move on, knowing I needed to tend to one project but decided to give my attention to something else. “Productive procrastination” as my partner calls it, but for once, I don’t really mind. It just feels good to make those lines, see those pencil shavings, taking time to remember the technical aspects of art making, smell the paint and get those hands dirty.
It feels so lovely to be welcomed with open arms.