People have often been advised and have used a form of creative art, be it painting, writing, carving and so on as a form of therapy. It is their way of escaping into their own little worlds, to do what they want and that "thrill" of seeing one's efforts and muses be given life on to the page relieves one of their anxieties and fulfills the soul.
I can't do this.
Not because I do it as a side job with my technical abilities, but because in order for me to create art, as in pieces that only I ever see and are lashings of my heart on to the page or plate (I do linocuts, digital art is just one aspect of me), I simply cannot be under stress. I need a specific mindset of wanting to create something and then letting it happen. When I do, what I want to see on the page depends on my emotion at the time and it really does affect my colour palettes and subject matter. If I'm going through a manic stage there's a lot of reds and sketches are rough and more lively; depressive is darker greens and blues, cleaner lines, subtle, precise. I can channel a certain emotion if I need to depending on the subject matter (I was jovial when I drew Wyst teaching Silvalum decapitate in my post
), but regardless, if I am under extreme stress and anxiety, I can't do jack crap involving my art. I can't vent on this perfect medium as therapy like other people. I could end up with maybe 10 in-depth sketches in three hours, a proper linocut in 5 (hey cutting and drying times vary) but then nothing for two weeks and it wracks my brain.
And yet, art is still my medicine, my go-to when I am and want to be left alone as I while the hours away.
So I ask of you all, what is it that drives you to create your works? How to you find that motivation, if needs be, force it so that you can do what you do best? What sends that spark in you to create? And moreso, how do you react when someone sees these pieces of you and judges you negatively on it?
This applies to all mediums so writing, drawing, carving, roleplaying etc.
ps - Yes, I may or may not be in a corner of woe right now with some things.
"Faded away like the stars in the morning,
Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."