So, about a year ago, I retired from the world of teaching middle schoolers, and oh, I figured that I was going to produce the most amazing art. This art would fill my days. All the thoughts/ideas/concepts floating through my head would come forth and multiply, much like the loaves and fish.
Nope. Didn't happen.
Yes, some art got made; key word is "SOME." Not what should have been happening.
Instead, I decompressed. I finally figured it out a while back. I needed time of my own, time to just chill. Time to do nothing. Time to enjoy not being driven by the clock, because if you teach, you are driven by the clock. Time to instruct, time to get the paperwork done. Time...there's never enough of it. Never.
So, I chilled. I read books. I completed way too many Suduku puzzles. I read some more. I photographed all sorts of things, but I rarely edited them.
And, sometimes, I did a whole lot of nothing!
So, now, I've basically had a year, a school year anyway. I've had down time, and I know there's more if I need it.
These past few weeks, I've been immersed in podcasts on creativity; I've listened, and I've taken notes.
Tons of notes from artists willing to share their thoughts on creativity, and you can find them over here on Bebe's "The Painted Guru."
Each artist's podcast is up for two days, but at the end of it all, Bebe is putting links back up to all of them. The link above takes you to Jane Cunningham, but if you clickey click the banner, you can sign up for future podcasts. It's free, so you really can't lose.
I've got tons to think about, and as varied as the guest artists and creatives are, common threads emerge.
Here's what keeps hammering away at me: I'VE GOT TO SHOW UP. I've got to put in the time and the work. I need to realize the art won't always be a finished project, and it sometimes will look like crud. And, I have to learn to be okay with this.
Now, I've known this for some time, at least theoretically. But, like so many, I just figured that with all my newly found free time, this art would just magically flow out of my hands, and not only would it just happen, it would be amazing art.
Nope. Not going to happen. Because like any one who is good at what they do, practice is involved. You acquire the skills. You hone them. And, if you don't use them, they disappear.
Some days, you're off your game. You show up anyway.
Some days, you're sorely lacking for inspirations. You show up anyway.
Some days, you just don't want to "go to work." You show up anyway.
So, I'm figuring out my rhythm here, but that's another story for another day.
I need to honor my own time to create.
I just need to show up.
Note: the girl in the collaged journal page above is not mine; I cut her out of a Somerset Studio magazine, and I can't find the artist's name. The rest is mine!