Life is a little rough at the moment, so I thought it would be a good time to reflect on the impact on my creative process.
Without a doubt the creative outlet is drowned in trying to make the everyday work, and to handle the rough seas.
On the other hand the creative process can also be an outlet, a sacred space to play, rest and enjoy myself. But often it will feel like another task on a too long list of to-do´es.
Experiments are difficult to begin as the questioning mind is blank – it only wants comfort and beauty. Lack of sleep is not good either.
- What to do?
- Are my expectations of myself way out of proportion with life at the moment?
- Can there be joy in small creative acts unrelated to the projects?
- How to continue with my assignment?
- Is it possible to break down the assignment into chunks of varying intensity?
and how do I work/create in these rough times?
Doing the dishes I contemplate the notion of repetition and its healing possibilities. Mark making in my sketchbook – perhaps.
Will sit in silence for a while…