I will soon photograph and upload a large part of the sketchbook that I recently completed. I think I'll upload it in chunks to keep it from being a humongous post and so that I can update the blog more regularly... I'd like to update regularly with up to date drawings but it is hard to find the time to photograph, edit and post images after I get home close to midnight most nights.
Wow. I don't mean to pat myself on the back or anything. But I feel as if I've learned a lot from these paintings. Firstly about the way I think, and secondly but certainly no less I've learned about the craft of creativity. I mean walking in I had no idea what I was doing I just knew that this was something that I wanted to do. And here I am, still knowing nothing about how colors work, or the proper way of doing things and I'm learning how to make choices. It may not be the fastest way to learn how to do things, but it is so very rewarding. I mean, in my free time... that is generally between the hours of 11pm and 3am. And between the hours of 6am and 11am I get home; I'm tired and cranky and... I want to be creative.
So because my workspace doesn't change I can leave my painting area (clean-ish) but intact and just hop in the chair, flip on my hyperaggressive overhead light... look in the mirror. And start doing something that less than a month ago I didn't even know what doing it was supposed to feel like; and here it is now one of the more rewarding aspects of my life.
Don't get me wrong. Some nights, oh man.... last night was a doozy... I get home. I've been working all day and... my back is sore, my hand is cramped, I'm exhausted... I just spent an hour next to a smelly homeless guy on the ttc... and I really don't want to paint.
But sometimes, most times, the simple act of sitting down at my desk where my paints are is enough to make me want to be creative. And the worst and best part about this for me is that hours can go by like water for me as soon as I start working creatively.