There, I said it. Took me damn well long enough.
Day after day I loose myself in countless forms of other people's artwork, be it music, pictures, movies, comics, books and everything inbetween.
Julia Cameron's book
The Artist's Way started it all; but the works that recently affected me the most were the webcomics
SUBNORMALITY and
Platinum Grit (thank you, Lurker) as well as the website
Enter The Story.
Here their were artists who gushed their heart out; who made lifeless material (paper, ink, colours, bits & bytes) seem so much alive that it drove tears to my eyes.
Today it came to a point where not creating anything of my own became downright painful. I want to tell stories - by any means necessary; pictures, texts, sounds, speaking, reading - anything. I sat there, all afternoon, practising my rusty skills with an inkpen and even now, there is still an aching, sore point in my guts that tells me to never stop again.
It's gotta be BREAKAGE. The word came to me a few days back and wouldn't leave me ever since. Along with a whole lot of other things who I want to do all at once now and never stop to eat or even sleep. "Play from your fucking heart!" as Bill Hicks put it best. I will.