Sorrow and Creative Block

Thus Nature sorrows, and forgets her sorrow ;
And Reason soberly approves her way :
Why should we shut oor een against to-morrow
Because our sky was clouded yesterday ?

Non Semper Imbres by J. Logie Robertson

Feeling blueThe thought of starting a new painting becomes a munro to cling my way up, scree to negotiate, rather than a path to skip along past the buttercups and foxgloves. Colours seem murkier, brushes harder to clean, compositions falter, tones become darker and darker. Guilt at not creating, not being sufficiently productive, enters the room, stirring up the sediment of doubts and uncertainties. The b-word — block — raises its unsettling head. Sorrow saps enjoyment from the things I know I thrive on doing, drains energy and motivation, seeps into thoughts in unexpected and untimely ways, digs up things that were put behind and clouds the view.

This is not the first time, nor shall it be the last, because that’s how life goes. I know to expect to not feel like creating, to get frustrated by the results far too quickly when I do start. I know it shall pass, not to beat myself up about it. Time rounds off the edges like a river rounds stones in its path, water rushing determinedly and unstoppably towards the sea. Self Portrait from early 2000s

Behind every silver lining there’s a cloud. Behind every cloud there’s another silver lining. Behind the clouds and silver linings are thoughts of iridescent titanium white, interesting greys for clouds, blues for seascapes, that perhaps it’s time to finally try painting that little fishing trawler on the wide open Minch because I’m messing things up anyway.

There is a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance paint.

Stealth Studio Cat

Stealth Studio Cat

Stealth Studio Cat

Footnote for anyone who’s in the “it’s just a cat” category: It is and it isn’t. It’s also about all the events from all the years this particular cat lived with us, all the family members, both feline and human.

6 Replies to “Sorrow and Creative Block”

  1. I’m truly sorry for your loss…………..
    we do so love our fur friends, cat, dog, goat……..they are part of the fabric of our lives

  2. Marion – I know what you’re going through. I’m still missing my Cosmo very much and am still in that place nearly two months later.

    I’m finding a great big photo or drawing or painting right next to all the places you stare at the most to be very helpful. Plus I have videos of him for when I want to see him and hear him again. Plus a good cry periodically is totally normal for those furry friends who are most loved….

    1. It’s hard to see him out of the corner of your eye, but when you turn your head he’s moved… But for all the sorrow a death brings, I still wouldn’t live without studio cats. Rascal’s sitting on my lap right now; he has first option on my lap when I’m computer-ing.

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