It’s a tough road, being creative.
It shouldn’t be, what with all the mounds of infinite inspiration and outlets afforded to artists. But it is. It’s a challenge, and one that I’ve gladly accepted with pencil to paper and mindgears spinning.
Sometimes the pencil breaks, on it’s own or by my frustrated force. And the gears seize up, the grinding shrill squeak echoing in my head. I hit a wall with a story. My pinup or sketchcover isn’t coming together the way I planned. It happens to all of us.
When your life revolves around these sessions of creating art, it’s almost devastating when there’s a void in the inspiration and everything stops. Sometimes I just want to break down and let it go. I’ll feel heavy headed, and no amount of words from others will pull me out of the mire.
At some point, though, I will stop and think really hard about why I’m here and what I’m worth to what I’ve dedicated my life to. And it sure as hell isn’t about sitting on my ass feeling hard done by.
I’m here for one reason. I’m supposed to give everything and all my energy and positivity to the one thing I love most. Art.
It’s only as hard a road as you make it.