For those who know me, or even give a passing glance to my gallery I really get into Halloween and often do a lot of pictures with Halloween themes...
Not this year it seems. I just can't seem to get the fire going in my pumpkin spirit. Is this depression? Feels like it.
It might just simply be an art block/idea block. I wouldnt call it depression, thats a weeeeeeeee bit extreme. Plus halloween art doesnt have to be around october, you can do it anytime of the year if you ever get into the mood again
Its not just art, its everything. Going out to get pumpkins, watching the movies, decorating.. Its like I'm on automatic, I don't feel excitement or enjoyment doing these things but the not doing them is inconceivable but I've had no passion for any of it. Admitting that is what hurts more than anything.
Could just be a funk youre in. Maybe do a haunted house or something to get you back in the mood, scare out the halloween in you. Could just be this year and next year youll have it back
Awwww, I am sorry you are feeling the Halloween blues. I work in a haunted house, so it always gets me fired up regardless whether I actually feel like it or not. Not sure what to suggest to you. Maybe try watching a couple of your favorite scary movies and see if those get the mojo going at all?
It is quite an exhilarating thrill, but also exhausting. You get revved up on adrenaline from getting to be "the bad guy" and scare people over and over, coming up with new ways to startle and unease group after group. From perfectly timed pop scares to intimidating posture.
The hard part is remembering to keep yourself hydrated and pacing yourself to make it through the whole night. At the end of the shift, your voice hurts, your feet hurt, and its 2am as the adrenaline begins to wear off... but it was worth seeing those faces, making that grown man crawl on the floor in terror, and making the ladies shriek in fear. Been doing it 17 years. There isn't a whole lot like it.
Take it easy
Hug you
The hard part is remembering to keep yourself hydrated and pacing yourself to make it through the whole night. At the end of the shift, your voice hurts, your feet hurt, and its 2am as the adrenaline begins to wear off... but it was worth seeing those faces, making that grown man crawl on the floor in terror, and making the ladies shriek in fear. Been doing it 17 years. There isn't a whole lot like it.