Place me in the "He's a genius" and "an Artist" column.
I am talented draftsman with pencil, charcoal and anything else I can mark a surface with. I mainly let my talent go to waste with tons of ideas and drawings left unfinished. That's just part of my illness and the fact that the drugs use to treat it often leave me creatively dormant.
Then suddenly, my mind lets loose and I'm driven to draw something, anything, just let the process create on it own will.
Right now I'm hunted by a figure of a female body in the act of falling. One leg is already bent in an odd angle and yet, I'm not sure where the drawing is going. I'm at the stage where I put down my 4H pencil and work the lines out, removing any excess with my faithful kneaded easer. Do I continue with pencil or pick up the black pen, I just had to have, the moment I saw it in the store.
I can pick up the drawing and try to work on it some more, or play LOTR:online some. The question is will this drawing find an ending or stay undone nagging me to just get back the creative moment that gave it life.
It's the fact that I can't stay with in the moment and work constantly, that will always keep me, as being just an so so artist. Talent isn't genius, but to work driven to create something no one else is willing to put an effort in, is. I'll stick to drawing, so I don't have to worry about the act of breathing and my heartbeat ruining the process. I hate having to take the medications, but fear now I would feel without them. Pain and depression are not worth going without and so I let them, mute the creativity in me.
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In the place of a Dark Lord you would have a Queen! Not dark but beautiful and terrible as the Morn! Treacherous as the Seas! Stronger than the foundations of the Earth! All shall love me and despair! -ElneClare
This Post is written in Elnese, If it was an actual Post, it would make sense.