I’ve always been a creature of the night. I like being awake until the early hours and, when I was a teenager, my dad used to get extremely mad at me because I enjoyed my afternoon naps when the sun was out, so I could stay awake at night, reading, writing or watching movies. I’m not averse of daylight, in fact I really enjoy the sunshine, but my favourite part of the day is when the stars and the moon are out. I think I particularly enjoy that part of the day when it’s getting dark but it’s not entirely dark yet. Everything is washed by this magnificent blue, like a dark royal blue, and the whole world just looks so beautiful. You have to be careful to catch it, though, as this bit of the day usually goes quite fast.
I’ve been meaning to do something about our corridor wall for a while now. However, same as with writing, it takes time to find the inspiration to do stuff like that. I used to look at the wall every single day and imagine some possibilities for it, but never felt completely ready to actually do something. Until yesterday. Yesterday, starting at my favourite time of the day, I got all my pictures, bits of art in postcards and cuttings that I had and went for it. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not an artist or anything like that, but I do enjoy putting things together. I like colours, I like compositions and I like the effect of some things when they are next to each other.
So last night I got all my frames, my pictures, scissors, paper and imagination and started my wall project. It took a while. I don’t normally do a composition on the floor, like maybe you should at first and then hang it all on the wall. I hammer the first picture up and then the rest kind of flows from there.I don’t know what the correct way of doing this is, but I’m not sure this matters, really.
I was very pleased in the end. It’s probably nothing too special, but it is a quite accurate translation of what was in my head, which is why it is already so special to me. I love it! Lee loves it too (thank God, since he had no input in this one!).
I guess what I’m trying to say is that creativity is something you can’t force. Sometimes it just comes to you and you feel so totally compelled to do something with it that things just happen in their own way. I could have tried to do this ages ago, but I’m sure that the result wouldn’t have been half as good as yesterday’s. I am pleased to look at it, especially because every single picture has a meaning to me. The wall is below. I hope you like it too.