Harebrained

I've been very worried about something, for quite a long time now. My creative urge seems to have... evaporated.

Normally I'd find inspiration in... everything really. And I'd have to draw, sketch, paint, play, photograph, digitally manipulate.... Not so now.



As I am writing this, Cecilie is off with her colleagues, celebrating, Andreas is sleeping at his grandmums, and Clara is, of course, sleeping.

I am listening to Tool, a band I've heard of before, but only just discovered for myself. Deep metal, would you believe it.

And I just did a rather good sketch, of my hand, pure soviet propaganda style. Out of the blue.



And I realised something. Apparently, what I need to be inspired, to get creative, is solitude. Sadly, when I am by myself, I have a tendency to get depressed, introspective, even more solitary, and I eventually go insane.

Not the most sensible of courses, seeing as I quite enjoy having a family. Not that the two things necessarily rule each other out, but as I am already a bit abnormal, I think it would, taking everything into consideration, be wisest if I did not actually go completely mad.

Ah well, the painting will have to wait for another time.