Friday, February 1, 2008
I've always had a problem with "containing" my creativity. I don't mean "containing" it deep within my soul or heart or brain, or like your mother means it when she says, "Please contain yourself!". No, I mean that when that creative urge strikes, it might strike in the kitchen, the living room floor, the closet- you just never know. It's never a convenient place, or time (like when other people are trying to walk), and it is very likely that that creative urge will die down long before the brilliant idea has been fulfilled. This situation often leads to that artistic explosion living on until the next creative urge strikes, thus creating yet another artistic village of crafting supplies somewhere in the house. Take for example- my desk. As you read this, I am elbow deep in colored pencils. "Why not put them away?" you ask. But I'm not done drawing!!! "Well, finish drawing then." you say.
I will... when I'm ready. And I happen to not be ready.
at 4:45 PM