Dear reader,
Forgive me that I’ve been away for so long, that I’ve lost myself in planning and worrying. I thought I’ve given up on predicting the future but it turned out that I’ve not. Some small part of me still believes that she can plan every step. Excuse her, excuse me for being absent.
I made myself a little cabin, not in the woods but between some pages instead, between the pages of a book called “The artist’s way”. I even locked myself in, letting only one person to cross the threshold occasionally. Every single morning, I woke up with the idea of fresh coffee and writing down three pages. Three pages of my random, crazy thoughts, or should I say boring? What this stay in the cabin thought me, I can’t compare with anything. The problem is that being from the human kind myself, I have a really short memory….
I started taking myself to art dates – to be present but to record, to film but to escape from the camera, and I liked it. I started sketching in public, so often that was unthinkable before. Most of the people didn’t even notice me. The only one who cared about looking ridiculous was me… What took me so long? To realise that I have the rare opportunity to live my own life? To actually live before it’s gone…
I am sure there are important things to be done, children to be fed, dishes to be washed but there also are – songs to be heard, colours to be explored, cheesy dramas to be watched! Don’t forget that, my reader, take care of what makes your heart drum from excitement, your smile to shine! What if it’s only one life?
Stay creative my reader! And if you want some inspiration about your art date, check out this video!
Love,
Radost