Today’s bulky refuse day on my street and looking for stuff to thrash or recycle, I came across an almost 10 years old, unfinished painting: precursor of the illustration I drew for my book cover.
It reminded me of what a long-term project it in truth has been; the huge amount of time, thoughts and tears behind it…
Writing novels, making music and doing any kind of creative work or true, artistic expressions is often quite impossible to put on a hard-and-fast time-schedule, isn’t it? Art simply takes the time it takes…at least, that’s how it is for me. That’s why it takes so much courage, faith and perseverance to see your projects through. Tooting our/my own horn for once, I often think that we artistically inclined folks, typically being so very sensitive as well, must be among the bravest of all!
P.S. didn’t trash the painting, I’ll probably recycle by painting a new one over it:)
Found the loveliest little book on wildflowers in a second-hand shop a few weeks ago. A bargain of 25 kroner (4 dollars) – already, a cherished find <3