I set up a table in a good spot in the house for sketching – good lighting, plenty of space, comfy chair, cat in another room (if you have a cat, you know that’s pretty important…)
I got out my sketch book & graphite drawing pencils.
I took out the sketches ideas list. You know the one. That list like that one your high school teacher had – the homework theme that they write on the board on Friday, that’s due on Wednesday, that not only keeps you creating but also gives you ideas to pull from later for more finished works. Yeah, just like that one.
I picked my first assignment – “Draw a pair of old shoes” – easy choice, it was #1 on the list.
I even set up some shoes – haphazardly of course, for interest – to give me a visual.
Picked up my pencil of choice, poised it over the paper…
And just sat there.
Staring blankly at the shoes.
And then the paper.
And back at the shoes.
And back at the paper. The new, fresh, spotless, mocking, paper.
Good light, good space, no cat. This should be a perfect spot, but I just wasn’t feeling it. It was like a creative vacuum.
A bit defeated I got up, grabbed the pencils & paper and went to my room and laid on the bed. I put on my headphones and cranked some music (started with Flogging Molly, if you’re wondering).
I just laid there, eyes closed, music distracting my brain (by then it was Good Charlotte, I know this information is very key to the story!) And then it hit me.
All through high school & college, I laid on my bed or floor and sketched. I never had any special table or studio unless I was in a classroom.
I opened my eyes, creativity newly charged – hey – there was even a pair of shoes on the floor! (Kismet? or am I just a little messy?)
Anyway, I grabbed my supplies and I put pencil to sketchbook paper – and guess what?
For the first time in a long time, I started drawing again. Will wonders never cease?
Looks like I found my creative spot!
That’s today’s brilliance! Thanks for stopping by and sharing my journey!