{lessons from the creative}
in december i was not only flooded with a new surge of hormones (that i had yet to discover)
i was also flooded with this overwhelming guilt. overwhelmingly overwhelmed. feeling like i had so many people that i needed to please… afraid i'd let them down. and i did let them down. i closed myself down. i stopped. i took on too much- much more than i thought i could handle- simply because i didn't want to disappoint. i let myself down. i crawled into a safe cocoon. hibernated. and stayed far far away from my paints. i was not inspired…and i was also afraid to be- because what if my image wasn't what they wanted? even when people say they trust your artistic vision, when you're creating for a client- you have to find out what their vision is, put your style on it, and make it work for them. ultimately- it's their artistic vision that you have to find, and that's no easy feat.
any time i did try to pick the paper and pencil up, my body would tense up… fear of failure.. fear of not being good enough. of not knowing how. of wasting supplies. making mistakes. making ugly.
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yesterday, after picking up my watercolour pad… sharpening my pencil. i began. with no intentions. no purpose. no thoughts. no one in mind. nothing in mind. i erased and started over. and over. and over. but i was answering to no one. i had no one to show it to. it didn't matter if nothing came of it.. no agenda.
and i drew. a woman came. and i painted her.
sigh
she lifted me up. pushed me. i took my time, letting the paper sit between different stages…and more and more came.
looking at them now, today- i can see the difference in when i started her and when i worked on the other girls.
the first one has rougher lines, more defined. less flowy- more intent.

a starting point…
ahhhh like a breath of fresh air. so wonderful and tasty. drunk deep.
the next girls that came-




… and then it was going on 3am. i was already tired. so tired. but i had another girl sketched… afraid that if i left her like that- i'd wake up in the morning and not be able to finish her. that it'd all be lost.
so i tried…

and i messed her up.
but instead of being frustrated with it… i felt so okay. i laughed at myself… i learned something. it felt different. i knew i should have trusted my instincts with her, left- and gone to bed and waited until the day before working. instead her face turned to painted mud, and it was the first time that i didn't feel like i wasted paper. it felt good to make that mistake. to make the ugly.
it feels like i faced a fear.
a breakthrough…
i sat in the shower thinking about what it all meant. pleased with myself… proud of myself. confiding in steven that i don't know how to be an artist and a business woman. and that most times- i don't want to be. it's so amazing to have people who support me, who believe in me… having my artwork hang in houses all over the world (i think the farthest away so far has been australia) is beyond words… incredible. something that i created hangs in a family home that is not my own, that isn't my parents… someone else who believes in me and loves what i do.
sometimes you think about it all- and are so so very grateful. and other times you think about it all, and realise that you've got crushing anxiety, expectations, deadlines, fast moving lanes… i know it's a learning process. figuring out how to be a creative and a business. finding people you trust to help you along the way.
and also.. forgetting everyone. forgetting everything.
and just creating.
wasting supplies. making mistakes. making ugly.




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