What happened? Why am I no longer creating? I'm sitting here on a Friday night, well... Saturday morning, at 2:18 am. First I was watching Ghost Adventures in the dark, but that's beside the point. What got me finally thinking about my website, after it's long 10 month neglect, was finding a simple drawing of mine. A drawing I made of my grandfather and me fishing in Lake Murray. I was about 9 years old. It was a pencil drawing on a tiny notepad. I thought that I needed to make something again... but I first thought, I really need to do something to my poor old website that I've had since 1997.
I've always drawn things, ever since I could hold a pencil, or crayon, or whatever that first writing device was that my parents first gave me. I remember drawing in church. I remember doodling in my notebooks in school, all up through college. Art always has, and always will be a part of me.
Where did it go? It's never left me. The ability to create. My passion for it has just been submerged into other venues right now. One being my full time job that I have 5 days a week.
I cleaned out my studio a couple months ago. Everything is still the same, but my studio is cleaner, more organized and I hope to make a fresh new start of it. Baby steps though. With a full time job, I just can't suddenly get back into doing a huge painting like I used to. I might start off with something small. Maybe a sketch or two. But it will be a start.
I haven't forgotten about my long lost friend, Art... I'll be back soon.