My Wacom graphic stylus pen broke last night. By some weird fluke I picked up the pen and it literally broke apart in my hand. I was so mad I just laughed at the irony. I have had this graphic tablet for about 6 years and it has been a lot of places with me. It is an excellent useful graphics tool. I highly recommend one!
After it broke it went into surgery and the master tech surgeon did an excellent job putting it back together. I was ready to call it gone but he kept at it until it was all put back together and working great. I was so relieved and grateful for the skill used to repair it.
I have to admit it put a curve in my creativity last night and after it broke I was laying on the living room floor staring up at the ceiling. I started to wonder why I even was even trying at this creative adventure. Why did I have to be an artist?
I try because I have to. I can’t be anything but an artist.
Creativity is an essential part of my existence as a human being. I have the opportunity to do be in a place where I can work hard to become successful at what I do. I have the chance to explore, experiment, and execute some of my creative ideas. It is so easy to let the little annoying hard things in life, like a broken stylus or a disruptive day, bring me down and keep me from doing what I have to do to even feel like I exist.
But as last night proved, that as things can happen it is only an inconvenience and not an end all. So I just hold my breath and pick up where I left off…
