… they manifest themselves in the strangest ways, and at the
worst possible times. I have days when I write up to ten blog posts, one after
the other, and only stop when I realise I urgently need to pee. Or when the
phone rings, snapping me from my trance. And then there are those rare days
when I feel brain dead. Apathy creeps up on me. I stare at a blank wall and
that’s precisely what I see – a blank wall.
This doesn’t apply to writing only. I paint
and draw. You will never hear me say I’m an artist, but I like to think of
myself as creative. My works are colourful and meaningful. They reflect my
personality and my world view. I also like interior design, particularly small-space
solutions. Not that I live in a small space (average I would say), but I have
an unhealthy obsession with inspiring answers to seemingly insurmountable
dilemmas in architecture and home décor. And plants, let’s not forget about my
fascination with flowers and herb plants.
A while ago the priest came to bless our flat. We knew in
advance he was coming, because the parish office had sent a note to all local
residents. Somehow we had forgotten. A knock on the door, at 8 p.m. Strange.
Maybe one of our neighbours needed sugar? Hmm, that doesn’t happen anymore in
our day and age. Nope, it was the priest. And what was I doing? Painting. My
entire table covered with newspapers and brushes. My hands stained with flashy blue,
yellow and pink acrylic paint. The look on his face was priceless. I was
inspired*, what can I say?
Hubby-to-be is now used to my brain being triggered by the
weirdest things. But there are moments when he questions my sanity. Like the
time he opened the door and he found me carrying a huge lemon tree. Or the day
I decided I wanted to take up porcelain painting and rushed to Valletta to buy
special pens at an art supplies shop. And last but not least, my three months
of yoga practice on the bedroom floor, complete with absurd music, instruction
videos and funny outfits.
I believe creativity is the key to a fulfilling life. I’m convinced
it pays off to let your inspiration run wild. Let your brain guide you and
don’t be afraid of being judged. I guarantee you’ll feel refreshed and
satisfied.
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| * This is the result: Malta as seen through my eyes. Now proudly displayed in our living room. |
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