Hubby asked me last night why I’m not painting. More accurately, he asked me if I’d given up on the idea of creating artwork to order as a business like I used to. I can’t believe how annoyed I was by this. Still.
There are a couple of reasons why I am not making artwork.
- The artworks I was making would eventually end up in landfill. It’s true. They were not masterpieces. 90% of all the art I have ever made is probably already at the dump.
- I was no longer passionate about making art. I felt that whatever I am going to spend my time on now had better be engaging.
- My skills were basic and my taste, generally not on trend. #truthhurts
Other family members have asked me why I’m not painting but no one ever asked me why I wasn’t writing before. I didn’t call myself WriterPainter for nothing. I’m not saying I will never pick up a paint brush again, I just don’t have time to paint right now. I am prioritising. I used a technique to focus on the top 5 projects I want to work on that I have heard about from a few different sources so I am not sure who to credit. It’s very simple; you write a list of the top 25 projects you want to work on and then whittle it down to the top 5. The remainder, the 20 also-rans are discarded, completely, until such time as the top 5 are done.
As it turned out, my top 5 were all writing-related so painting has been relegated to the backburner. With no regrets. Nothing is wasted though; a character in my novel Hotel Déjà Vu is an artist so I was able to draw on my knowledge to write about her.
Am I protesting too much? I don’t feel like I have to justify my focus on writing, but for a while I did question who I am if I don’t paint? It’s what I have always done, and I did okay, but I never set the world on fire with my artwork. My creativity took a hit when I was making art to order and I just don’t ever want to do that again. I also felt that my skills as a writer had far more longevity than my painting talent. You have to choose your path and play to your strengths.
I’m a pretty good singer but I’ve got no intention of going on Australia’s Got Talent, even though a guy at a party I was singing at once told me I should.
‘You could be the next Susan Boyle,’ he said. Thanks, pal…