I stopped dead. Picked up all the paraphernalia and put it in the cupboard. One day you could see what I did and the next it was as if the occupation had never even existed…
I’m not talking about drugs or anything damaging. Instead it was the art.
Six years ago I put all the paints, pencils and paper away. I went cold turkey.
And I didn’t pick them up for six years…
I just don’t know. I told everyone that it was because the other business had got so big I needed to concentrate on it. But the reality is that there ought to have been time to draw. I’ve always drawn.
My first memory is drawing… I always had a sketchbook in my pocket. And then one day I didn’t.
I got tired. I tried to be a commercial wildlife artist. The only problem is that I’m an artist. I paint what I want to and it only works out well because I love doing it. By then end I was twisting what I did to make ‘pretty’ pictures. They were still good but my heart wasn’t in it.
Sales dropped and I became disillusioned.
The only problem is that it could happen again. I might have to go cold turkey.
But I’ve missed it. Drawing again is like opening my arms to an old-friend. I don’t think I could put it in the cupboard again.
But I must promise myself that I will draw what I want rather than what others expect of me. Sometimes though that is very hard to resist. I will though. I have to.
This post is inspired by the daily prompt – happy endings.