Much of last year has been disorderly, to say the least. I did not get uninterrupted moments for writing, no thoughts or ideas or even the strength to finish half-done stories after the massive changes in life. This resulted in heaps of creative frustration that piled up within. I could, in fact, see the mountainous pile poking out of my head one morning. Not only that, I realized my creative frustration was showing its ugly side in unnatural ways, only to confound me and my actions.
That was precisely the day I decided to utilize some moments from the time I spent with the child to flatten the frustration mountain. It was slowly getting clearer to me that I needed to restore my mindfulness through creative work. Since writing was difficult with no mind-space to focus on, I needed some format of creativity to keep that gnawing feeling away.
Artwork was the answer.
My child was already into art, and I joined him with ardour. That way we could spend time together, bond better, and also keep my mind healthy. Now, together, we drew, sketched, illustrated and doodled with impassioned vigor. He drew fan art and comics and I picked up graphic pens, watercolor, or the iPad. It has been a few months that I have been doing artwork to reinstate my creative spirit, relieve the frustration, and get back to writing too with a fresh perspective to words.
Here are some pieces of art I created.
Hope you like them. I’ll share more soon!