This past week, I completed and delivered the first piece of fine art I’ve created this year. It was a custom piece made for a client as a Christmas gift, so I can’t show it, but it gave me a feeling of accomplishment and reminded me of the deep passion I once held for photography & digital art.
I also visited the new home of my brother and sister-in-law this week. They’ve been busy putting things in their place and adding decorative pieces and touches. I’d gifted them an art piece as a housewarming gift, and when I visited last, they had hung it with another piece of mine, a piece my brother commissioned last year as a gift to my sister-in law. They have many pieces of art in their house, but the fact that they chose to hang mine together on a wall by themselves was particularly touching. Seeing them hanging there made me smile with pride.
These two recent incidents have started a spark of desire to return to the work that brought me incredible joy for 11 years.
I lost all passion for art when I lost Dwight.
It took me 6 months to pick up a camera; I wasn’t ready, so I put it away, again. I didn’t fret too much about it, it didn’t bother me…sometimes I figured that part of my life was over…sometimes I figured the passion was only temporarily absent. I’ve had other, more pressing things to attend to, so I let it go for awhile to deal with later.
It’s “later”.
I don’t know what direction I’m going to go in, but I think I’m ready to start, again.