At the beginning of the last week I was feeling down, despondent, wanting to draw and paint in theory, but unable to find the motivation to do it in practice. I kept on wondering what is the point; wouldn’t it be easier just to spend my days paying more attention to the household chores and my children and the evenings relaxing with a nice book; is this the right time to want to learn more, to strive to produce something greater? I did curl up on the couch and read gorgeously illustrated, somewhat melancholy and beautifully magical “East of the Sun, West of the Moon” by Jackie Morris when I came across this line:
“You have traveled far, but the hardest part of a journey is always the next step.”
Jackie Morris, East of the Sun, West of the Moon
It felt like it was said directly to me and somehow this acknowledgement by someone else that taking the next step isn’t necessary going to become any easier with time was the right push for me to start painting again. The first painting wasn’t all that successful, but there was one part of it, which I liked, and I attempted another one, which worked better.