Lcokdown has been an interesting time. Though ive been generally embracing the oppertunity to work on personal projects and delve into creative possibilities, There came a weekend were all I could bring myself to do do was sleep. Waking was being nowhere, unable to connect, converse, focus, smile, cry, even muster the motivation to escape into a film or the pages of a book. Cocooned in a blanket of soft, deep, sadness that seemed to have bubbled up of its own accord and wasn't letting anything else in nor I out. I was not best pleased I can tell you....
What eventually broke through the haze was catching onto the drifting though of painting, and I thought...maybe... instead of trying to sleep this off why not just allow it to be, really feel it, express it, play with it... It's truly amazing how much this helped - trying to convey the emotion in paint and photo, acknowledging and processing what i was feeling, exploring it and then literally washing it down the drain when I was done.
Its paved the way for a wonderful week of learning, experimenting and creating and helped me slip into a zone I'd lost the keys to for over a year. And, its reminded me to be grateful for the downs, because they are part of the cycle that brings the ups - which really are far more fun let be honest