There
are days when I’m overwhelmed with a need to create something—anything. This
isn’t a rare occurrence either. My fingers itch to make something out of
nothing. And sometimes, the more “nothing” the original thing is, the more
rewarding the final product. A blank page. An ugly furniture item. An unlikely
canvas.
Last
Friday, I searched our basement until I found a piece of drywall nearly severed
in two. I stood back and put my imagination to work. I decided the drywall
would do just fine. I whipped out whatever paints I knew existed in the house.
I found inspiration online, then went to town.
Here’s
what I painted.
I’m no Michelangelo,
but nothing compares to the time I spend creating. A calm sweeps through me,
somehow managing to simultaneously settle me and revive me. I’m not ashamed to
admit creativity is my sanity.
“I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative
Muse that will last a lifetime. I wish craziness and foolishness and madness
upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories . . .
Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And
out of that love, remake a world.”
Ray Bradbury
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