⚙️ My Perpetual Motion Machine.


Sometimes when I go to the gym, I have to really drag my ass there. I am tired, low energy, whiny, wincing at the idea of exerting myself again. But I always leave revitalized, reenergized, and glad I came. Always.

It's a predictable amnesia—my body forgets yesterday's post-workout high the moment today's effort looms.

My studio is the same sort of place. There are times I avoid it. Or use it to watch YouTube videos and answer emails. An office, not a workshop.

But these days, I’m going through a creative spring, and I can’t wait to fling open the door each morning.

I’ve been drawing and painting and writing seven days a week. I’ve filled dozens and dozens of sketchbook pages with tempera, ink, watercolor, pencils, and collage. It’s been glorious madness.

At first, I was out of practice creating so regularly, a little stiff and sore. My first day was mediocre and cramped, and I worried I’d squandered my ability to make stuff I liked. Or maybe I was condemned to a long period of disappointment before I felt confident and rewarded again.

But my recovery has been surprising. Within three days, the ideas started to flow, and so did my lines. My creative muscles didn’t atrophy for long; they remembered their purpose, and they plumped up, rippling and bulging once more, chomping at the bit and raring to go.

Creativity isn’t just a practice or a chore. It’s a perpetual motion machine that feeds on itself. The more I do, the more I can do.

When I lose my creative habit, it’s almost always lurking perfectionism. When I drag my feet or feel blocked, it’s usually because I fear I can’t make anything good. I tell myself that it’ll be a disappointing and exhausting slog. Anything I make will suck.

But when I commit to my daily art habit again, I stop worrying so much if any particular piece is good or bad. I know I’ll make a lot of crap — but I’ll also make a lot of brilliant, surprising stuff. The key isn’t the quality. It’s the quantity. The odds move in my favor the more often I step up to the plate. You gotta be in it to win it.

For me, the joy is in the doing. The more I create, the more I think about it when I’m not in my studio. Ideas fly at me from the ether, in the shower, in my dreams. I wake up with my brain buzzing. I plunge into risky experiments because I can afford to fail. There’s lots more where that came from.

People complain that they don’t have time to make art. But that’s rarely the problem. I have time because I make it. I’m focused. I prune things out of my life so I can do what I really want. I don’t piss away energy on unnecessary things. I don’t watch sports and crap on TV. I sleep a little less (though when I do sleep, I sleep a lot better). I value every moment because I want to spend it making art. Rekindling my passion doesn’t add more hours to the day. But it does reveal how much time I was wasting on activities I didn’t really care about.

Ironic but true: the more I focus, the broader my creative world.

When I first started to keep an illustrated journal some 30 years ago, it was like a high school crush. I couldn’t wait to get back to it, to explore new things and make new discoveries. Today, I felt that same quickening of my pulse. I want to try out a new composition, do a little four-panel cartoon, break out my designer gouache, and fill all my fountain pens with different inks.

There’s just so much to explore and play with. That's the thing about creative momentum—once it starts rolling, it carries you as long as you stay on the ride.

Your pal,

Danny

Danny Gregory: I help you make art again

Each Friday, I send advice, ideas, stories and tips to 25K creative people like you. Author of 13 best-selling books on creativity. Founder of Sketchbook Skool w 50k+ students

Read more from Danny Gregory: I help you make art again

” … I recently read, I forgot where, that gimmicky [drawing] methods, e.g. left-hand work, blind contours, upside down, etc, is a not legitimate way to produce a finished, repeat 'finished', work. Meaning I can understand it is a great practice skill sharpener. And yet, I would probably be willing to agree that unusual limiting techniques are a bit gimmicky for finished art. But yet, some of the great pieces of history appear exactly as though one were altering his or her usual perceptions...

As a small child, I would rearrange the books on my little bedroom bookcase by color and height, alphabetizing authors, titles, subjects — a four-foot librarian. A book has always been a place for me, more than just an object. A place of adventure, discovery, and safety. I can do anything inside a book and never worry about the consequences. Be a pirate, a wolf, an astronaut, a king. I would walk down the street reading, lost in my book, transported, bumping into trash cans and grown-ups’...

Jenny and I have been watching a 4-part TV show called "Life After Life," based on a book we read several years ago by Kate Atkinson. The TV show is as wonderful and thought-provoking as the book. It's the story of a woman who dies again and again only to be reborn in the same time and place with a chance to do it all over again. Despite being killed by her own umbilical cord, by drowning, falling out of a window, a pandemic, a murderous husband, and many other slings and arrows, she returns...