So the last journal I wrote I confess I was bemoaning my lack of chances to create. The rain has been non stop, as has the coldness. So I found myself watch Netflix, but being super bored with it. (They need to add more things I like.) I did a few still life shots but I have not invested in any objects that have sparked my need to shoot them. So on a dull night when my husband had to work late I stumbled upon a documentary on the Mob in the US. For some reason my creative juices started to flow. I was captivated. After watching I began writing a book about my dog's life in the American mob in the late 70's. This is not the first time I have stuck my poor dog into a time period and watched what happened to him. Two years ago I put him in the roaring 20's. I am not writing it for kids, or adults. I am just writing it because I find it interesting. I have posted a few chapters on line for friends to read and they find it entertaining. So I am pretty sure I am not crazy!
I just had a few indoor session, which I loath, but they went rather well. I need to post some of the results. But I think if I had not started to create an alternate life for my dog, my creative flow for my photography would have not been as strong when I finally got to pick my camera back up again. Point being that everyday as an artist you need to create. Or die! Create a new dish, re hang the art in your house, paint a wall a different color just do something. I feel as artists if we stop living the joy of making something, of crafting a story or image for the world to be a brighter place, we lose apart of who we are. People that want to make art are so special. You who are all reading this are brave. So if you cannot get into your medium of art, move to another one!
Create or let that part of you die.
My boy, my son and my dog. Jack Moore