5 May 2011
my creative space :: where for art thou?
I've been looking for my creative mojo everywhere. Have you seen it? I've decluttered. Discovered that organising the bookshelf by colour really does bring harmony to the hallway. But the mojo wasn't behind a book. Or in a cupboard. It's just gone. I've been distracted. Instead of finding creative inspiration and using it, I've noted it to myself and filed it away for a later date... When I have time.
I see little dots, smears and scribbles around me, pick out their shape, like watching clouds or seeing faces in tree knots. Then I go cuddle someone, wipe a tear, wash a nappy and I forget about it until next time...
But the scribbles, smears and dots are still there. For when I'm ready to notice and bring them into my creative conscience again. It feels like an eternity since I felt truly creative. I look back at our photos of the last two years and I can find the exact point that the creative spark died. When I stopped listening to focus on other things. Important things. The colour drained and it makes me sad. The magic went from our day-to-day. Since then, creating has been an effort.
I've plugged on regardless. Keeping my hands busy with a little business and learning new things, but it has seemed at times arduous... I'm slowly feeling a shift. The great lesson now is for me to act on the spark when it first occurs... Find the spark and the magic and run with it. Towards it. Rather than wait for my owlets to drag me to it...
To look at it, you'd think it was a fairly creative week. I've knitted, dyed fabric with tea leaves, begun cutting fabrics for dolls for my two biggest owlets. No small feat amongst all the baby gazing and other things I do... But still, it could be more exciting and colourful. More productive and enriching to us all. Colourful and magical. I know it's there waiting... under a rock somewhere. And I can't wait for it to return.
Perhaps it's waiting somewhere over here. Best go look!