This love bug painting has been sitting on my desk, unfinished, since the beginning of September last year. This week I didn’t pick up a pen all week except for some scratchy meeting doodles. There seems to be some manner of slump happening, and I’ve been trying to figure out why.
I have been going well with drawing regularly this year, up until now. I have beenÂ energised and soothed by the drawing process. I haveÂ enjoyed learning new things. I felt that I had been nourishing my creative development well. But then it stopped. I didn’t feel like drawing at all. I considered it once or twice, but couldn’t figure out what to draw. My imagination had turned off. It was as thoughÂ I had exceeded mental bandwidth.
As for the unfinished love bug painting, I think that’s time and energyÂ issue. Bang for buck,Â if you will. I have beenÂ getting far more satisfaction out of my sketchbook efforts than in the protracted effort of a large piece that needs drying time and far more concentration and precision. Sketchbook work gives me short, sharp sessions of 20-30 minutes (oftentimes less) to produce a finished page that is colourful and fun, as opposed to a ‘proper’ art piece that takes days or weeks of incrementalÂ efforts here and there.Â It bothers me that I don’t have the staying power at the moment for this type of work…I love the result of the concerted effort. But I have yet to ‘make’ myself do it. Â Welcome to the ramblings of my addled mind 🙂
I don’t suppose it helps that this painting is at its ugly stage. Time to push through perhaps? The thought crossed my mind that I could abandon it, but I think I would learn more if I finished it, even if it doesn’t turnout well.
I’m not sure, I seem to be lacking in patience/bandwidth across the board lately. Time to re-evaluate my routines maybe?Â I don’t want my creative habits to wane because I let myself become too busy. Or perhaps I just need to relax and allow myÂ creativeÂ output to ebb and flow in timeÂ withÂ the other things in my life. Manage the overall energy balance and accept that sometimes I will not have the time or focusÂ to do the intricate pieces that I want to. I need toÂ enjoy being able to put pen or brush to paper in whatever form it takes. Next month or next year it may well be different again. Fact remains that I will be drawing and painting, but I don’t want to lump guilt on myself for not meeting an arbitrary, and at this point imagined, standard.
What do you think? Is it the swings and roundabouts of the creative life? Has it happened to you? What did you do?