It’s Friday and I’m a little fried. I want to listen to The Cure and read fiction and be in bed, but that is tomorrow’s activity docket. (Okay, so I might listen to The Cure while at work).
I haven’t drawn all week, either. You ever get the feeling when you don’t draw your hands ache? When I don’t play music my hands itch sometimes, when I don’t draw; they ache. I sometimes feel like I don’t have much choice in being a creative person, it was decided long before I was born. I used to think of it as creative compulsion, but now I just think it’s who I am and that’s my lot. Usually I’m grateful for it.
Sometimes it is hard to go about my normal day. I’ve gotten over the not doing art for a living thing, I changed my perspective on that and I’m pretty good with working a normie job. It’s more that my brain comes alive when I solve something at work and starts to compose a song or lay out a painting and it’s super distracting. Sometimes I’m able to jot it down but often I have to turn it off and just lose the kernel of it. It’s that trade off that we make sometimes in life, and I haven’t found a balance for it yet.
It’s been a week full of that, so I’m sure I will creatively explode this weekend… and I’ll post the results.