When I want to get myself to do something, I write about it a little. I have a bunch of notebooks that I keep — journals — with writing in them — leftover habit from English major days. Sometimes I just think in ink — “what if I did X ?”
One of the things I thought about was that I should make more little sketches — incoherent little sketches that are to drawing what making lists in notebooks are to writing. Now I am much quicker to give thoughts a visual shape even when I have no motif in front of me.
Recently I made a little sketch of a still life.
I don’t know if I even realized that it’s a sketch of the ruby red still life. But next thing I knew the thought that I should make a painting of the pastel was firmly rooted in my brain, and I was sifting through the stacks of stuff looking for a canvas panel of the right size.