In my archeological quest to unearth missing artwork in my storage unit I finally had a breakthrough. Last night while I was supposed to be packing for an upcoming trip, I decided to dig into a pile of my kids artwork I had retrieved from my recent visit to THE UNIT. Lo and behold, in it were three drawings I had been looking for!!
So why am I so grumpy this morning?
Because I started touching up the picture below last night and between my obsessive desire just to work on my artwork and the pack of teenagers that hung around late last night I didn’t get much sleep. Plus, I really don’t want to do my regular work today. I want to plug into some podcasts and just draw.
One of these days soon I am going to give myself another creative weekend where I run everyone off and spend the whole weekend just drawing and painting to my heart’s desire.
I’m not the first parent who has put off doing what they really love to do for years so they can get their kids raised and off into the world. Now that I have more time (but not nearly enough) to get back to it, I really have gotten fairly obsessive about it. Part of the reason I have so many partially finished pieces stored up is through the years I would get that “I have to make something or I’m going to go postal” feeling. I would squeeze out as much time as I possibly could but have to give in to the demands of life before a piece was finished. If you have a creative bone in your body, you know what it’s like to HAVE to make, write, play SOMETHING.
So, here I am at my kitchen table, one cup of coffee short of what I need, and wanting to go work on my drawing. I don’t have enough time before I have to get my shower and head off to work. Don’t get me wrong, I actually like my work and the people I work with. But today is a day where I wish I could be a kid again. Spread out my paper on a table, pull out my crayons and get lost in my drawing.