First of all, I am so so so so so appreciative that I get to create. That I have SPACE in my life to create. I am so appreciative that making art fills me up in such an incredible way. It’s like this warm hug, right from the universe. I feel empowered and connected and powerful and it’s all from the act of sitting down with my paintbrush. Just opening a can of my favorite paint melts my heart and sometimes I can’t stop myself from bursting into tears.
This is the best parts of being an artist for me.
This is the part where no matter what my life looks like, I can say with everything I am that I am so so so grateful I have something that fills me with this much passion and joy. I am truly grateful.
With every ounce of my being it’s not about what other people think AT ALL. AT ALL. For me it is so personal, and it is entirely the process, the in-the-moment creating that makes me feel so full.
That leads me to a slight issue.
I said I want to BE AN ARTIST. Be the artist I know I am.
What does that mean exactly?
Well, if I had my way I would be painting and painting and painting for hours on end with sore fingers and an open heart. I would be immersed in doodles and sketches and shrieking and giggling and crying as I create, all day everyday. All the time. But I said I’d like to also make money as an artist. It’s funny, saying the word ‘money’ along with art physically twists my stomach into knots. I don’t really care if people want to buy my stuff or not, I don’t.
I create solely for myself.
That being said, I also know without a doubt that we are given gifts and abilities to SHARE.
As you can see, I’m sorta stuck here. Stuck between what is comfortable and replenishing and what I know in my heart we as humans are here for.
So what do I do?
I do know that I have always wanted to make a difference in peoples lives, and now is no different. I love community service, and random acts of kindness, and smiling at strangers, etc. etc. etc. If this really is the case, would I really want to hide away day after day creating and bursting and feeling and playing and making all in secret?
That’s not me living my truest self.
If SHARING who I am means SHARING my art, how can I do that authentically?
Without feeling like a jackass?
All marketing is a painful, repulsive venture for me. I literally have to force myself to post on Instagram or Facebook, or even show my work here.
Wow. Okay. So I am noticing as I write that I have a LOT of emotions, way more than I thought, and it’s making me I want to shut down and cry and make art.
I realize that if the idea of showing my work is making me this upset, I must have a lot of fear underneath.
Maybe it’s fear that I’m not good enough.
Maybe it’s fear that I won’t make money.
Maybe it’s fear that I WILL be seen as someone that needs to be acknowledged for her art.
Maybe it’s fear that someone will actually LIKE my work.
I’m not sure, but because of all these extreme reactions, I’m going to investigate. Ah! I love discovering more things about myself to release.
I guess this just means I need to share, I need to post, I need to expose myself anyway.
I don’t need to BE COMFORTABLE.
I can jump even if it’s terrifying and feels gross. In the end I will grow and that is what matters to me.