I've been thinking a lot about production vs. consumption lately, especially as it relates to the creative process.
I'm learning more and more that by taking time to "consume" (read a book/take a turn down an unfamiliar street/bake a pie), my "production" (illustration/design/writing) benefits. Now finding the hours, that's another matter, one I wish I was better at.
The long and short of all this is that I broke out the oil paints this past weekend to paint for no other purpose than enjoyment. It's not perfect: the chin wonky, the skin tones too cool and the lighting suspect. But it was messy and strangely exhilarating, and did I mention messy?
And I think I'll do that again.