Creativity and The Artists Way
In this past year, now that my daughter has started sleeping through the night and now that I feel like I actually have time to have an identity of my own; I have found myself facing a creative abyss. I am an artist. In high school, when I had no responsibilities outside of being a teenager, creativety dripped out my pores and I spent every moment I could painting or drawing. Then I went to University and studied Psychology and English and every spare moment was spent studying and reading assigned books. I lost that creative piece of myself; or at least that visually creative part of myself, I did do lots of writing. Then after 6 years of post secondary education I had a Full Time Career and a booming Toronto social life and somehow continued to ignore the artist within, though I did start knitting, belly dancing and blogging. Once we had Evangeline life in general was a blur, she was colic and didn’t sleep more then 4 hours a night so I was too exhausted to care about being creative. Now however she does sleep and I do have time to myself and I am craving creation in a different form. As much as I desperately want another baby, right now I want to make art. Photography has started to fill that void, but I am still craving more. I want to paint again, to draw with pastels again and to sculpt with metal again. I have started reading The Artists Way again, a book I have had since I was 16 and I want to start a creative group; a group of local people who want to get together and work to tap into a creative common and find their creative spark. I think this is something I am going to put into effect in the new year and see how it rolls out; it could be exactly what the doctor ordered.
It makes me all kinds of excited actually.