It has been over a year now since I last picked up a paintbrush, an ink jotter or pencil, wire cutters or wood carving tools. My only form of creativity this past year has been photography and the manipulation of the ones I take into something surreal and what I wish to paint. I have painted with my eyes the landscapes that lie before me, of the people that have come and gone in my life and the little miracles along the way.
… but I crave the brush like nothing else, the smell of the oils and the feeling of it touch my fingertips, my skin. I miss it more and more as the passing days fly by all made worse by seeing my art box lying in one of my 6 boxes originally packed up for my mishapped journey abroad back in October last year. I realised in that split second that I am naked without it…
When my eyes befell that beautiful wooden box and my easel’s I felt the pull in my gut. It was almost as if someone had attached a giant magnet to my spirit and was pulling me in. Not surprising that I still feel that magnet attached and the craving like the one I had for cigarettes when I was busy quitting.
Art is more addictive than any other drug in the world or stratosphere…
After Christmas I am going to head into London and I am going to go buy myself a present. Just a travel pack easel, blank canvases, oil paints and brushes. Hopefully they fall in to the “After Christmas Specials” category but if not I’ll just do what I used to do…
Eat and sleep painting.
Sometimes when the craving for your passion is so intense its not a good thing to ignore it. Sometimes its just best to obey and accept that it is what you need for that point in time.
I need art….
I crave it…
It’s the ladder to my soul
What do you crave?
What are your passions?
I may not be a pro, it may not be all that good with my intentional mistakes but…
Art is my valley, my landscape… what is yours?