That's how long it has been since I actually created something just for the love of creating. Very rarely would a week go by without me not picking up a paint brush, a spatula, a pair of scissors, a glue stick, or whatever. Creating or making something was just a normal part of my everyday life. That was, until the day my mother was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer; and almost instantly every ounce of energy, creativity and desire to create was totally drained from my body. Luckily photography stuck around; albeit it did take a backseat for a long while.
Lately, I’ve been getting these rushing feelings; these sparks of electricity you feel when you see something and an awesome idea pops into your mind and you know you could do something amazing with it. But for some strange reason, I kept dismissing the feelings. Almost as it I didn’t recognize them for being what there were; inspiration.
So today I gave into the temptation, broke out some tools and put together a little something for a friend’s upcoming birthday. It’s not much; a mini-scrapbook filled with important info on each of her children, to leave for the baby-sitter, but it just felt amazing to be able to make something for no other reason than wanting to make something.
Now my head is about to spontaneously combust with all the ideas flowing through it; images I want to capture, paintings I want to paint, designs I want to layout, pages I want to scrap.....and man does it feeeeeel good!!
