February is finally over. I did nothing creative in February at all. After I was rear-ended in January, I stopped weaving (because my back hurt). And when the February dumps hit me, I even stopped doodling, which is a disaster for me, because a doodle a day keeps the crazy away.
I was going through some of my pictures from January to try to get inspired for March, and I found a couple of reminders that yes, I do indeed do things.
Near the beginning of January, I was at the venue where I drew my first mural so here’s an update:
As you can see, people have made a few comments. In other places (not shown here), people have added some scribbles and doodles of their own. If you can’t read those comments, the darker ink says “I just have 2 say… goergeous!” (the bad spelling in no way diminishes the compliment!) and the lighter ink says “I just have to say.. how long was that shit?” (Which, since the mural is in a public bathroom, is a comment I was expecting!).
Then I found a bunch of pictures of my miniature doodles:
I do these doodles constantly, in any of a dozen sketchbooks of various sizes, or on post-it notes when I’m on hold at work.
And the other thing I did a lot in January (before the car accident) was weaving. I didn’t take many pictures but here are two of the pieces I worked on:
So while I am not actually feeling inspired yet, I am certainly reminded that I feel much better when I work on these things. Sometimes it’s a matter of doing it even when I’m not inspired, and as I work, I begin to feel better, and then I get into the flow or the zone or the timeless place where the work just happens and I am not separate from it. My task this month is to get back on track.