We forget ourselves so easily. I have always been my last priority, just as my art too has found it's way to the bottom of my to-do list.
What does it take to break this habit? The core of me knows this thinking and action is backwards. Have I become a casualty of Adult life? At what point did making the bed and showering come before coloring with every crayon the box has to offer? I do understand that being a functioning adult requires me to pay the bills, eat regularly and even bathe but I don't have to like it! I also recognize there are many ways to shoot a horse (or what ever that expression is).
I believe that in order for me to feel "okay" and in balance, not even necessarily happy, I must make a commitment. To commit to my art the same way I have been with my body and mind.
I don't know what it is like to be anyone else but me. When I am in it, making, doing, creating, I feel a calm, a peace that I do not find anywhere else. Doesn't everyone want to feel at peace?
What are the measures to take in order to nurture my art?
This week I will start by doing more of what nurtures me and less of what doesn't.
I will let my creativity guide me.
I will find and see more art in the world everyday, whether it be manhole cover or sunrise.
Here is what is currently on the table. enjoy
Oh I remember now "skin a cat", what the hell freaky kinda of expression is that?
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