Sketch of an unknown man
I have neglected my blog a little over the last couple of weeks. I don't feel guilty about it, just a slight let down with myself for not having anything fruitful to pass on to my readers.
Illness knocked the wind out of my sails and while I kept working at the day job, the night job of artist was put pretty much on hold. It found it interesting that the creativity that is so rampant in me most of the time simply stopped while I was sick. I piddled around with a pencil now and then but nothing much came of it. It was as if every creative bone in me had completely disappeared and it was a little disconcerting. However, now that I'm getting back to normal again, my need to create is back, maybe not full force, but back anyway. And it feels good to draw and paint again, even if I only missed a couple of weeks.
I know there are scientific reasons why your body or mind shut down to a degree when you're ill,
but made me wonder about how fleeting the act of creativity can be. Is it really there only on the whim of your healthy mind and body?
The creative marriage, at least for me, doesn't take its vows too seriously. It obviously doesn't hang around for the 'in sickness' part!