It seems that once in a while, the passion to paint escapes me – goes on holiday for a wee bit. It also happens to be when I have the most time for it.
However, I am beginning to get back into things with Uni starting next week and planning for the year of BB begins shortly after.
It does beg to question the nature of art. Did the master’s go through similar experiences of the creative cupboards being bare or the well of inspiration being too deep for the rope that the bucket is on? I do not believe that a natural talent of any artist would ever lose that ability to create.
I do believe that there is no point in painting if your heart isn’t in it – if you don’t feel like it. But when does that come to the point where you don’t feel like it merely because you haven’t dabbled in the paint for so long? Is then the time to push through and force yourself, or is it more beneficial to wade it out…to wait for the drought of non-creativity to pass?
I’d appreciate your comments on this one!
‘Till next time…