For the past 40+ weeks, on my blog, when I have posted each piece of the week, I have shared a little bit about why I created it or the meaning behind the piece, or a poem related to the artwork, or my inspiration for that week's art. You might have noticed that this week, I did not have much to say about my artwork. There is a reason…a confession, really.
My confession is that for the past month or so, I have been really struggling. Struggling to find inspiration. Struggling to decide what to create. And, struggling to create anything. The enthusiasm and passion I had had in the first half (and more) of the year is MIA.
Now...before I go on telling my tale of woe, I need to pause and let you know that I realize the ridiculousness of what I am saying. I mean, "Woe is me, I am having art problems.” Seriously, if that is my biggest woe, then I have it good. There are real problems in life and this is soooo minuscule.
It wasn’t like this before. The resistance wasn’t so strong. The inspiration came easier. My motivation was present. And, sometimes it even felt like the art created itself.
I don’t tell you this to gain your sympathies. Nor am I looking for praise.
I am sharing this with you because, I have discovered that this place of angst, frustration, and downtrodden-ness, is simply (but not simple) part of the process. And, as is true with anything important in life, the only way through is persistence.
So, onward (with my fingers crossed – hoping that this week will be easier).
9 weeks to go!