It must be so relaxing…
It’s something artists hear a lot. ”You’re painting? Wow, that must be so relaxing.” or “How nice to get to sit around and paint all day.” I never know how to respond. For years I dreamed of the day when I could paint every day, all day and I’m still completely grateful. But relaxing? Not exactly.
I can only speak from my own experience, but I’ll be honest. I work like CRAZY to protect my painting time each day. I’m up at 6am to do chores at home, shower, take the dogs to the dog park, and try to be at the studio by 9am. The evening hours are packed full as well, caring for a foster pet and fitting my rescue duties into the day — my lifestyle is probably very similar to people with traditional jobs in many ways.
While at the studio, I’m perched on a high chair, leaning over my drawing table all day. I LOVE being there but once I’m “in the chair”, I only get up to take the dogs out. I don’t wander over to look out the window or pull an art book off the shelf. I’m painting! I might not get up for 2 or 3 hours straight and when I do, my eyes have trouble refocusing and I’ve lost track of time.
Many days when I get home, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck! I’m tired and I can’t figure out why….I had a WONDERFUL day and the time flew….but my back hurts and my brain refuses to put two thoughts together. I vaguely remember that I promised to cook dinner but surely I wasn’t serious. Maybe tomorrow night…..
I’ve wondered if I’ve turned something joyous into work but I don’t think so. I think creative work IS work when I’m totally plugged in. And work has never been a dirty word to me - total engagement feels right and a good tired is confirmation.
