In my case, I love the written word and I try to create everything from poetry to short stories to novels. Sometimes, I grab a pencil and sketch or doodle while I talk on the phone. When I was teenager, I sketched all kinds of things in my art book. I was lucky enough to have a few pieces hang in several different art galleries: London, Windsor and Toronto. I no longer own an art book or a sketch pad. Maybe, someone will buy me one for my birthday? Oh wait, everything is on hold or cancelled right now due to the COVID-19 virus. The only thing I’ll be enjoying on my Stay-At-Home Birthday is CAKE! That should keep me happy for now.
Now, that I’m slightly older than a wild teenager, I am finding my way back to the empty canvas and I am painting again. Usually, oh, who am I kidding, it is 99% of the time, I never show anyone else on earth my paintings, because I feel that I really suck. I do that comparison thing between me and every other artist on the planet. I know, I shouldn’t, but I do. Besides, I feel like no one else would be interested in what I paint.
Anyway, I can hear you saying, “Get to the damn point.”