One would think that having many creative interests is a blessing.
There’s never boredom, everything artsy in a five mile radius sparkles like glitter, and there is consistently a new project on the list. There is the not-so-cheery side of this coin and I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately (me and my ever-growing list). Could it be that I’m fickle? Am I like an 8th grade girl who flits from one amorous, cute boy to the next? Do I choose a project, letting it seep into my consciousness to the point of insomnia…and then, when the glitter has dulled, jump to the deck of another ship? In my defense (this is me defending me to me) there have been a lot of completed projects in the past twelve years of this creative awakening.
There have been projects that take months (book writing was a surprising one for me—I loved the pace of it) and projects that I go a million miles a minute with for 48 hours. Yet, there is always the pack of Mean Girls taking up valuable cerebral real estate who voice their opinions….loudly. These are the same voices who tell me that I must embrace an Official Title if I want to be taken seriously. Photographer. Writer. Teacher. Artist.
“Who are you, anyway?” the Mean Girls whisper.
In this age of embracing multi-tasking and slash careers (i.e. writer/artist) you’d think that I could just rest in that…go with the creative flow, choosing whatever the heck I want to do. Yet, there’s the “making a living” thing (minor detail) and all of the expectations that come from others who choose to invest in what you do. Is she a writer? Will she make an appointment to photograph my dog? Will she disappear for weeks to work on art projects? There are days I ask myself these questions too, in fear of being seen as a flighty artist who just can’t decide who she is.
This I know: the necessity to make a living with the art puts an intense pressure on the directions artists go. I witnessed this firsthand observing my own yes’s when they should have been no’s. I think if you have the luxury of eliminating the “what I have to dos” to stay afloat there is great power in the muse showing up and great output in all areas.
I’m trying to let go of the desire to have one creative role in my life. I have a list of roles in others I’ve coveted from afar: the photographer who travels the world throughout her life capturing what needs to be said in images, the writer who churns out two books a year, the artist who slaves away in her studio day after day producing work that the world is waiting for, the interior designer who leaves magic in every client’s home for years on end. I’ve always been in awe of creatives who can stick it out in their medium for a whole career. I find it very admirable and at times there’s some serious envy in there.
So it comes to a time when
providing freedom to go in any direction at any given time.
I’ve known the calling for awhile now…the wheels are in motion. Tune in Friday as I hash it out here on the blog…it will feel good to write it out loud.
One of my favorite quotes as of late from Erin at Design for Mankind (whole post is great)
The trick, I suppose, is knowing what we’re hungry for and which priorities take precedent over the other. They change, as do we.
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Happy week, Lovelies—I hope you’re witnessing some daffodils popping their heads out of the ground…I’m so happy to see them!