After reading a couple how-to blogs and brainstorming Sunday night, I decided that I was going to set a few short-term goals for myself. One of which was to start being more productive. That led to me getting off my ass and start cleaning. I vacuumed, picked up toys/clothes/trash, collected dishes strewn around the house, wiped surfaces, organized things and then I did this:
Pictured: desk with stuff on it |
I want to pick up where I left off with my art. I've got a sketch pad that has countless empty pages begging for a little creative touch. I have a dresser that I began painting last year, that has been stuffed in the kids' closet, with only two or three of the drawers actually being used. It's a phenomenal piece, and I can't wait to get started on it/finish it. I wonder what other mediums or projects I will pick up. The creativity of an artist never dies, it reinvents itself in new ways. My creativity never went away, it started appearing in the food I cook, the apartment I live in, the photos I took, the events that I planned and my daily thoughts.
But the one thing that is missing from my desk, that I so desperately want, is one of these:
That's fancy looking, ain't it? |
But once I get rich and famous from my awesome art, I won't have to worry about $400 pencil sharpeners.
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