I’ve often been told that I’m quite lucky because I seem to be able to do many things and my grandmother used to always say that I would never starve for the same reason. The other day, as I sat in a kind of indecisive stupor, I realized how difficult it can be as well.
This isn’t about me wanting people to know what I can do, by the way. This is about my not being able to move forward in either painting or writing or any of my other pursuits because my mind is just too divided. At one point, I did tell myself that the answer would simply be to divvy up my free time (because there is a day job that makes all other pursuits possible) and put in a couple of hours for writing here, another couple of hours for drawing practice there, a bit of knitting while listening to an audiobook before bedtime. It sounds good, doesn’t it? Then the elements of everyday life have to be figured in and all of a sudden, it doesn’t work.
Then there is another factor that I met headlong last week. Time was on my side, I had the space, I had the tools. However, I had nothing to write about and no inspiration for painting. Unproductive, to say the least, and that eats me up all the time. Not one to dwell on any kind of misfortune, I grabbed a couple of magazines from Barnes&Noble and read up on techniques in both writing and digital art. I finally know how to sketch using Photoshop instead of Illustrator and I’m learning how to do better characterization of my writing subjects.
I’ve begun a sketch of a model on a coupon I found on my work station (20% off at OneStopPlus.com) and will hopefully come up with a better blog entry soon.