Some days all you can do is paint. Or draw. But not work.
Some days are not meant for work.
Some days are full of pain, frustration, and defeat.
Sometimes you feel the weight of it all.
There is no believing in passing clouds because the sky is one heavy oppressive blob.
There is no ease, no hope.
Just this dreadful reality.
All you can manage to do is breathe.
After sitting and looking at your work without understanding you quit.
You push back the electronics, grab a paper and pen…
… And you start breathing deeper.
Just moving a pen on a piece of paper starts to relax your muscles.
Even using the computer to create a graphic, choosing colours, adding text, might work.
The point is to lose yourself in the colours, in the forms.
Even just playing with colours, a big brush, no rules – what a relief!
Even just playing with lines, a pencil, not rules either – yeah, you’re onto something.
After a while you realise:
you have not been thinking about the pain,
you have not been feeling frustrated,
there is no defeat in art.
Some days are meant for other things than work.
Some days can be saved by art supplies.
Sometimes you can release yourself from reality.
and jump into a place of wonder.
And you wonder:
who is frustrated? Who is in pain? Who was defeated?
Because the moment you grab the pen everything changes.
And if such a small thing can change everything,
then what is reality? What is real?
You could ponder and wonder for a long time,
but I suggest
you go on and paint!
Scribble, doodle, paint, draw,
whatever floats your boat,
because this is saving your life.
This is lifting the heavy sky above,
and giving you free view at the universe.
You can see the stars, the nebulas, the galaxies.
And with your pen you draw new lines between them.
You say you are not an artist.
You say you cannot paint.
You say you cannot draw.
This is not important, just grab the pen.
Try it. It might do you good.
Heartfelt, wherever you are,