It’s been years, perhaps, dare I say it?, a DECADE since I have felt so creatively motivated. Everything I see is a canvas waiting to be touched, painted, carved, sewn. Driving down the road I see chairs I want to re-purpose, cabinets I want to paint. I want to do it all and I don’t know where to start.
I’m toying with the idea of having a sketch a day journal. I definitely need another outlet for creativity (even though I have a surprising amount right now, even for me). I haven’t really drawn in years, but maybe I could start by drawing a scene from each day that stands out. I keep thinking about how amazing it would be to have a years worth- 365 days- of pictures to go through.
On a side note, it’s definitely time for bed. I am exhausted from a full day of bills/phone calls/and other nonsense.