I will always remember this day. I know it sounds cheesy, but it was like the beginning of a turning point in my life. I began to realize things that I had never thought about before, and think about things in a different way. My artwork began to change significantly too. It was as if smoking that little green bud transformed me into an even more creative person.
I had smoked weed here and there over the years, but it was normally after I had a few drinks down me, so I never felt the full effects of it. I had always just assumed that it made you paranoid, hungry and giggle like a little girl. A few of my friends had suggested it to me, but I was feeling down and just thought it would make me feel worse and overthink things. I didn’t think it would have any effect on my art.
These days, a lot of people smoke weed. I hadn’t realized at that point, how popular it had become, and how normal it had become. I went around to an old friend’s house one night, and he had a few buddies over who I hadn’t met. There was a mix of people, one guy was a lawyer, another worked in a bank, and one had a travel blog. Anyways, they started passing around a bong, and it was finally my time to try it properly. After about ten times of it going round, we had some good discussions and laughs, then I went home.
As I was walking home, I suddenly had all these ideas in my head for a painting. It was one that I had been thinking about for a while, but I suddenly saw it in a different light. I got home, and sat down at my easel with the blank canvas, and just started. I could see it in my head, the colors I wanted and even the brush strokes. After each layer, I kept adding as more and more ideas were coming to me. I sat there painting all night until the sun began rising. It helped me forget what other people were thinking.
How It Felt
It was a weird feeling, like all of these concepts, had been there in my mind somewhere, and were finally getting released. When I looked at the painting the next day, I was in awe. It wasn’t finished yet, but I wanted to get in the zone again. So I called up my friend and got some more weed from him, got him to roll me a couple of joints (I wasn’t the pro just yet) and got started. I smoked the first, had a good look and think about the painting, and then smoked the next. Then I felt ready to go again, and sat and painted for hours.
That first painting I did after I smoked is one of my favorites, and I have kept it as my own as I am so proud. I feel like now, I am more productive and creative when I have smoked. When my friends and family saw my new pieces, they were shocked. I didn’t tell them that the new side of me had been brought on by weed, but they certainly noticed a change, not only in my art but also in me.