iNsPirEd

Being an artist isn't easy. Days come and go where I feel drained. Uninspired. Not creative by any sort. I could wake up ready to design, and by the time I get to work, the creativity has left the building. But there is a vast difference between being inspired to do what I do for a living (in the office), and being inspired to paint.

So then a day like today happens. When all I want to do is paint. It's all I can think about. I envision my blank canvas and what I want to paint on it. I think of the colors I want to use...the colors I need to buy. Yet here I sit. Trapped at my desk. And the clock here ticks slowly by if it's even ticking at all. Painting is a release for me. An outlet. A place to go where I can just be me and no one passes judgement. But here I sit, stuck as work. The inspiration to paint, that has been basically non-existent lately, eagerly awaits the clock to strike 5, like an anxious middle schooler on the last day of school before summer break. The bell cannot ring quick enough.

I'm hoping this inspiration doesn't fade. I have a really cool idea about what I want to paint next!