It happens to me all the time, at the most inconvenient situations and places; and it just frustrates the hell out of me.
The usual scenario is this: I would be in the middle of a lecture or discussion in class and then suddenly, I'll get that eureka-moment and a brilliant artsy idea will pop into my head. Usually, it's a verse or a line to what I feel will be another beautiful poem; sometimes it's a scenario in a short story that has been fermenting in my head for days; or there are also times when it's a new sketching or painting technique that I think will do wonders for my portraits and landscapes. The same thing will also happen to me when I'm doing something so important that procrastinating will definitely result to a disaster e.g. when I'm working on things that are under tight time constraint such as computing of grades or writing lesson plans.
All I want to do in times like these is to sit down and get the brilliant artsy idea into action. But then the thing is I can't and that just frustrates me to no end. It festers in my mind and I become terribly irritable and annoyed and unbearable. Pent-up creativity is just too much, you know. It longs to be freed, to be set into motion, to be released. Any artistic soul out there will probably relate to what I'm saying.
Maybe it's a trick of the universe or maybe the Fates think it amusing to watch me struggle against doing what I need to do and doing what I want. Ha, ha, Fates, very funny...of course you know I'll always do my obligations first; of course you know I have a strong sense of duty despite my usual fickle attitude. But no, you don't care, you find it terribly amusing to keep breaking my resolve and testing how long I'd last.
But then again, here's the thing: even if life gets in the way of art, I will not let life smother away my art. Never, never, never. Because one thing's for sure, my life will simply be unbearable without art.
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