My husband has been asking me ever since we started dating, why don’t I paint anymore? When will I paint something on my own time??
I’ve been trying to come up with an answer ever since. Am I afraid of failure? Afraid of success? What’s going on? Why don’t I create more, have I become complacent?
I think that after I started working professionally as an artist, and putting in very long hours working for someone else, somehow I lost my drive to do my own work. I’ve been unemployed for 4 months now, and I am finally getting my drive back. Why have I let myself get so distracted? I love making art, it IS one of my passions, but I haven’t been doing anything about it. I haven’t been advancing my talent and skills in a long while. Sure, I try to draw in my sketchbook and would go to life drawing classes when I worked at Sony and ILM (where they offered it for free for employees). But where’s the fire? I feel my passion growing again. I feel the fire being rekindled. This is a blessing, to be laid off from work at this point in my life.