I had no plans for yesterday, but I was feeling an urgency to be productive. Next Friday is the end of my Summer 4-day work week. My Fridays have been full of appointments and errands and being out of town so I felt compelled to spend the day at home doing something that I not only enjoyed but would make me feel like I accomplished something. I decided to start a watercolor.
I walked into my studio with a feeling of excitement. I haven’t painted or done any artwork for way too long. Over the past few years when that creative urge would hit me, there was always something pressing to take care of and I’d been stifled over and over and over again. Part of me was terrified that the urge would disappear altogether after having squelched it for so long.
It became evident in the first five minutes that I was going to spend a great deal of time looking for paint, paper and brushes AND a clear spot on my desk. There was really nothing that I could accomplish without first doing some organizing and clearing away.
So I spent the entire day yesterday, not painting, but working toward being able to. But my, oh my, that was an experience. I can’t say it was hard work. Confusing maybe, and a little overwhelming at a couple points… but I enjoyed it. After all, my studio is where I’m comfortable and surrounded by things that I love and which inspire me. I found things that I’d lost long ago and/or forgotten that I even had. I could write an entire post on that stuff alone.
I really should have taken some before pictures because you can’t really appreciate how hard I worked getting to the after part. As it is, the pictures look like a page out of Where’s Waldo? I would never believe that I could have accumulated so much stuff. Some of it I need (supplies) but some of it I need (for inspiration, reference, etc.)
You’re probly wondering what the heck it must have looked like before I spent hours filing away papers and labeling containers, right? Well, let me tell you… it was a bit crazy in there.
By the time I stopped last night (and no, I’m not finished) it was ridiculous to even think of starting a project. I have a bit more work to do in there, but at least I know that the next time the urge hits me, I can walk in, grab what I need and start painting. And that’s a very good feeling.
Do you have a place in your house where you keep all your stuff? A place where you can relax and dream and be yourself and play? We all need one. And we need to go there often and not neglect it. I’m vowing to spend more time there, maybe even go up right now.