I’m not one to readily jump on the old fad wagon. I don’t follow trends or the crowd. I’m very old fashioned, both personally and professionally. I stick with what works and I guess you could say the only new things I’ve bent to are the software programs I use and my computer. Other than that I just do what I do.
For me the motivation isn't really an issue, since I'm always going to do my artwork no matter how I feel. I was born with this gift and so doing it is like brerathing; it's what keeps me alive.
However, the "slumps" are another matter. I go through periods where I feel like a piece of driftwood and my creativity sinks like a stone in a mud pit. When this happens I usually make a pot of coffee, sit back, and visit web sites of designers and artists whose work I admire. Looking at their work will inspire me to try something myself. It's like writing. Sit down everyday, same time, same place, quiet your mind, and start writing until you "...get to that one long paragraph that was what you had in mind when you started, only you didn't know that, couldn't know that, until you got to it." (Anne Lamott, from Bird by Bird)
Also, when in you're in this type of slump, you don't want to overwhelm yourself, either. That can make the stone sink faster. Another favorite quote of mine concerning this is again from Anne Lamott's book, "My older brother was trying to get a report on birds written that he'd had three months to write, which was due the next day. We were out at our family cabin, and he was at the kitchen table close to tears, surrounded by binder paper and pencils and unopened books on birds, immobilized by the hugeness of the task ahead. Then my father sat down beside him, put his arm around my brother's shoulder, and said, 'Bird by bird, buddy. Just take it bird by bird.'"
So relax. Don't try to climb out of the mud pit too fast. If you have talent (to create, write, play an instrument, etc.) then let that talent do the work. Slumps are like waves on the beach, they come and they go, and in the meantime we sit and watch them, smiling because we know the erosion is only temporary.
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