Many people know how I spend time after a trip to Rome. I can鈥檛 draw, laugh for days, cry at night ... and go to vocal classes at any free moment ... and now it's 8 hours a week 馃槅馃檲. For a professional artist, this is not enough, for me - twice as much as usual ... And all this time I think "what next"? And I so driven myself with these thoughts, that it ceased to exist any more. I was drowned in emotions, and Monologue Tsvetaeva appeared in my playlist ....
And so it got me that I gave up one night ... And I took a bright yellow marker and sat down to draw a picture from photo. Just like that, without analysis, without any rhythms / prospects. And I realized that in the pursuit of knowledge and something there that is waiting for me further, I lost "today." And I need to live not yesterday, not tomorrow, but now ... Otherwise, what's the point? 馃
Do you often let go of yourself just to create? Without goals, hopes, prospects?
P.S. It is hard to write in English, because my native language is Russian. But I'm learning. If you notice serious errors in the text that interfere with the correct perception, please let me know about them.
