Saturday, February 18, 2017

Time

I have not journal-ed/blogged/posted anything in a week or maybe longer. So much of the everyday life has gotten in the way. Time was not given to creativity. Time was given to the needs of others.

This past weekend the Preacher and I had a few hours of our own time. In that time I was able to slow down and read more, art journal, make doodles, just be creative for myself.
I found a Pinterest pin showing how to draw paper airplanes.
I read a couple of articles in this last issue of Art Journaling magazine. They were by women who lost their creativity. It left them feeling dry, feeling lost. But in both of their stories they didn't forget about their love of creativity. So they kept looking and seeking out times where they could create. At first it was just a few minutes, here and there, then it was maybe an hour taken out of the day. What helped was leaving their supplies and the ariticles they were working on, out in the open – on the dining table, in the middle of the living room. Where ever they could see it as they walked by so they could write something or paint, glue, cut paper – just something small if need be. 
My interpretation of a piece I found in an article in Art Journaling.
For the past several months I too have felt the same feelings as these women. There was no creativity and no desire to do anything about it.

How can I find my creativity again? 
A Bible Journaling page I did for the Preacher's life verse.

First, I have been spending time browsing books and publications of the same things I am interested in. Learning from people who have the same love of paper, paint and glue. It also means searching Pinterest for ideas. I like to find drawings and try to recreate them, put my own spin on the drawings.

Second, I realized the secret is to spend time everyday writing, drawing, painting, coloring, gluing, doing anything that sparks the creative juices to flow again. Once I do these things, I think it might come back.
My interpretation of art by Romi Lerda
I have also learned through this that there are only a set amount of seconds, minutes and hours in the day and in those seconds, minutes and hours I need to set aside some time for myself.

Love from the Preacher and I






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