I once wrote a piece about the difficulty of approaching an empty canvas, a piece which gained a fair bit of readership and comment. It was a good piece, and I think it did a good job of explaining how to overcome the fear an empty canvass can instill.
Lately I’ve been feeling a complete lack of creativity – a sort of depression which only affects the creative centers of the mind. This is a completely different sort of thing than an empty canvas. It’s a lot scarier.
It’s the difference between looking at something you’ve created and seeing that you’ve utterly destroyed the message you were trying to expose, and suddenly looking at your life and wondering if you should have been a plumber instead of a professional artist (in my case, a professional web designer).
Most of this is a result of a complete lack of inspiration. I’ve been pretty dispassionate about almost everything I’ve been doing lately, not because I’m suffering some sort of mild depression, but possibly because I have finally become bored of the status quo.
I’ll look for inspiration. It’s not the first time I’ve lamented my considerable lack of this element. I’ll look for inspiration. I know it’s there. I had a burst of it not that long ago.
Or maybe I’ll become a plumber. â˜¿