Off to the land of Babies, milk, and Mothering

It is time, and hopefully soon, that I take maternity leave. My body is already slow, heavy, and awaiting the moment of birth. I have put aside my business and am focusing solely on myself and what I want to paint, because I paint primarily to fulfil this insatiable urge to create. I have to create, everyday, something, even a doodle, otherwise I can feel the effects. It is as if painting keeps my mood hydrated as a fresh cool glass of water does on a warm summer day. The paint on the page feels like the cool sensation of the water running down your throat and clashing with the warm interior of your body.

Once I noticed that I had to stop planning and working on my business, I was left empty. I did not know what to do. I felt frustrated and quite sad that my art's only purpose at the moment was a monetary one. Therefore, I created a personal project, that had no strict boundaries, or rules. I would paint everyday with watercolours and see what happened.

At first I had no original ideas, nothing came to mind. I would scroll through Pinterest and see what caught my eye and paint that. And still, at this point I feel like I cannot come up with original concepts to paint, but instead I combine things. So the concept of originality has be in my head. I have been questioning it, and as I watch other artist create, also asking myself the question, if at this point in the existence of all, can we still be completely free of influence and create something that is truly unique? Or is that nothing is truly unique.