There are days when I don’t feel like drawing, doodling or painting, and at times like this, there is a lot to be said for just getting in the studio and ‘doing,’ even if it’s just pottering – and, eventually something happens, even if it is only a tidy up…but even when I have ‘done something’ artistically speaking, it’s not usually my best….I definitely wasn’t ‘feeling it’ with this sheet…
For me, I find my creativity works best when a combination of things come together…. my mood, environs, observations, images, words…space to reflect…find my rhythm…
Regular readers will know that a favourite place of mine to just ‘be’ is the river…
….I take a notebook to jot down any observations or thoughts…and when combined create poetry (of sorts….)…..
Mist rolling over the river’s surface,
Mirror’d sun, glinting,
Upended branch, drifting like a submarine’s periscope,
Crows flapping overhead, calling,
Glittering ribbons of quicksilver at the water’s edge,
Indignant moorhens, neighbourly disputes….
I find this ‘creativity’ enormously rewarding, and, although I wouldn’t call myself any sort of poet, these jottings create a ‘poetic’ diary of the river…..this one is my snapshot of a May day last year….and evokes memories of that day…sights, sounds, smells…
Dark, flowing river,
Ripples, slowly winding their way downstream,
Smaller ribbons forming a stationary pool within the ribbon,
Heron gliding in on arched wings,
Reeds, bending in the breeze,
Lily pads floating in circles, anchored,
Cow parsley swaying,
Swallows performing aerial acrobatics,
skimming the water.
Willow dipping her branches like a washerwoman,
Buttercups, lifting their goblets, drinking in the sun,
And always, the incessant chatter,
Swallows, swifts, house-martins,
Swooping criss-cross over the meadow,
And desire paths,
Worn flat by people – dog walkers, fishermen, children,
Hiding in the shadows, like a shoal of fish, lily pads,
Furled, waiting to uncurl,
As the heron performs another leisurely flypast…..
I find that by spending this time by the river, being outdoors, connecting to nature and the landscape, this ‘writing,’ puts me in a creative frame of mind before even contemplating making ‘artistic’ marks on paper….
And then there’s my studio ‘space’…it used to be the kitchen, but has now migrated to the smallest bedroom….and even though it’s far from perfect, it’s my ‘Space for the Spirit to breathe’ – Rainer Maria Rilke…
‘Gather and hoard your inspirations as you live,
then recapture them as needed in the studio’,
Gathered inspirations and memories…..
…. wall of quotes…..artwork by yours truly and Maryanne Hawes..
….shelves of books, collection of sketchbooks….
….my notebooks filled with quotes, poetry, words…..
….my studio,a room where I surround myself with objects, items, words and images that fill me with joy….
‘Here in a little lonely room I am master of the earth and sea,
And the planets come to me.’
I usually find that spending time outdoors, by having my ‘Space for the Spirit…’ lifts my mood and consequently enhances my creativity….resulting in work that I am happier with….
‘Life isn’t about finding pieces of a puzzle.
It’s about creating and putting those exceptional pieces together.’
Glen Van Dekken
What do you do to ‘get in the mood’? What helps your creativity flow?