I finally finished this drawing last Saturday. I can’t seem to get ahead at all when it comes to art. Life keeps happening to me. Good things, bad things, and all the things in between good and bad. Just keeps happening to me. Those spaces of time I used to devote to creating art have become less abundant. Now they’re like rarities, little gems of time I hold close to my chest and don’t let anyone near.
While that’s been hard, it’s not something I regret. I feel like the way I have spent my time lately has been more than worthwhile. I feel like I have amassed a wonderful collection of memories that I will cherish for a long time, if not for the rest of my life. I really like to make memories. And even more so, after making memories, do I like to remember memories. And so right now while I may have made less memories of myself creating art, I have made more memories about being out in the world with people and just generally feeling beauty and love and fun and all kinds of other things I never thought I’d feel. Life has been surprising lately. And that’s okay. I like how it’s changed me.
Will write again soon.