The creative floodgates have opened, it seems. Starting a novel got my synapses firing like crazy. And not long after I started writing, my incredibly artistically talented childhood best friend moved back to town. I hold her completely responsible for inspiring every piece of visual artwork I've ever created. Growing up, I tagged along on many of her artistic ventures. When we were kids, we took ceramics and watercolor together through community ed. In junior high and high school, she'd try some new medium or project, and sometime I'd take a stab at it, too. It was like artistic follow-the-leader. My artistic "talent" is essentially nonexistant next to hers, but trying to be artistic anyway helped me get out of my overly rational brain, at least once in a while.
Just like (way) back then, we now we get together and talk about creativity and artistry, and dream up new projects to try. We meet for Arts and Crafts Night, eat and drink, talk, and work on our respective projects. I'm making almost all my Christmas gifts this year (including several of these felt wine bottle covers). My husband, an amazing musician and songwriter, had never picked up a paintbrush, but he decided to join the fun and he's working on a series of abstract paintings to hang in his studio. And speaking of songwriting, recently he asked me to collaborate with him on some songs he wants to write and sell. I just wrote my first verse!
The only problem? Time enough to work on everything. If only I could get by with just four or five hours of sleep every night.