I am depressed artistically at the moment.  Severely depressed.  Not in the literal sense that I need to be on meds (ugh) and I need a shrink or anything.  I just haven't created anything in so long that I seriously need to do something about it.
I used to pump out work on a regular basis - some months painting or drawing up to 10-20 pieces.  That was before my children were born.  It's been 5 years.  Five glorious years of little smiles, giggles, baby toes and all the fun that comes with motherhood.  I do call it fun : )  I love my kids; however, I have lost myself. 
A few years ago I decided to bust back into my little painted world.  I landed a mural and thought I could keep a steady regime of work happening in my studio.  I currently have 4 projects that I have been working on for a YEAR! 
WHAT HAPPENED TO ME!
It's time, I'm cleaning up my act.
where I go when I can't sleep at night, when the world shuts the door on me and I feel like I should have been born in other time
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
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