So this happened today…. I have been waiting for two whole months to share this news because I was so afraid that I would jinx it or something would fall through…. I am opening my own art studio and co-working space for a small community of hustling creatives!!! Ack… someone pinch me! It’s a dream come true! Now to make this space what I envision it to be in my mind…
Dreams come true. They do. But they don’t just happen. Work first.
Sometimes I wonder where she is… the sassy, breezy girl I used to be. The one that grabbed life by the colorful scarf and lived with such gusto. I just need to pull myself together… and up out of this rut. Aint nobody gonna do it for me.
I’m so over it.
I’m thinking back on this last week and a half, wondering why life is kicking my ass so badly. I have been dealing with physical illness, exhaustion, and a nightmare of a family vacation, on top of which seemingly evil hands at work behind the scenes make my life miserable in the form of long waits, heavy loads, disappointing responses, etc. There are moments when I want to just throw a toddler tantrum (which is the most epic of all tantrums, I am learning) but I do my best to keep it all together hoping that this string of “bad luck” will just pass.
What’s different now than in the past is that with everything I’ve been studying about the manifestation of all our innermost thoughts, I can’t help but turn my inquiries inward. What ill thoughts and feelings am I harboring that are infiltrating my life? What fear and doubt am I permitting to manifest into anxiety and undesirable conditions? Am I harboring an attitude of gratitude and abundance or an attitude of entitlement and scarcity? Am I braced for good things or am I braced for disaster? That which we brace ourselves for, we will likely bring upon ourselves.
As expected, I am not faultless on any of these counts. I need to turn things around… but it has to start from within and it has to start at the start. My morning pages and morning art sessions have fallen to the wayside this past week and a half with the traveling and time differences but I am going to get back on track. Let’s start at the start.
I finally decided on a #100DayProject… it just came to me this morning while I was doing my morning painting… I LOVE watching drops of ink move around on wet surfaces and spread to the edges. So, I’m going to do #100DaysofInkDrops! I’m super excited about this because it’s going to be tons of fun experimentation.
It also represents something deeper for me: the power of thought – positive or negative – and how it can infiltrate every aspect of our life and circumstances. After all, the ink on the wet surface moves in a natural flow as nature intends it. I like to think that our thoughts, though not visible, operate in the same way.
In a lot of ways the artist journey is a lonely one, but artists certainly need not go it alone, nor should they. Having a strong support network of carefully selected family, friends, mentors, and even mentees is so important. It’s important to be very selective about who you include in this inner network as an artist because the act of making art is such a vulnerable act.
Here are some traits to look for in the persons you choose:
They take you (and your dreams) seriously, no matter how crazy, out of reach or wild they may seem.
The listen to you and provide a strong sounding board.
SANS Judgement – your artist has to feel safe sharing without the potential for judgement.
Look for reciprocity – we imagine it might be nice to just have people who center their lives on us and our dreams, but optimally, you want to connect with other movers, shakers, and dreamers. This mutually sustaining energy will truly feed you and you won’t ever feel guilt about having great dreams. You also shield yourself from the negativity or jealousy of blocked individuals.
They lift you up when you are feeling doubt or fear and believe in you unfalteringly.
It’s not always easy to gather up your support network but we must guard our dreams and our artist self – in the earliest stages, our ideas and thoughts can be crushed with doubt, jealousy, and negativity by those persons we bring into our confidence. Be discriminate. Choose thoughtfully.
It’s been a long day and a lot of things are in the works… I can’t wait to share the news with the world once things are official. 🤞🏼
An artist’s life is an examined one.
The depth of one’s art necessarily correlates with the depth of one’s self exploration.
It’s not always a joyful process… sometimes it’s painful and ugly.
Still, it is necessary.
At least that’s what I tell myself…
Today I grant myself permission to be an artist.
I grant my art permission to become what it will.
I don’t require throngs of devoted fans and followers.
I am no longer the child seeking approval from the parent.
I am just my self.
and my self is an artist.
My self is a creative.
My self is original.
The divine energy of the Universe
is coursing through me,
with every beat of my heart,
Permission is granted.
“In a creative life, droughts are a necessity. The time in the desert brings us clarity and charity. When you are in a drought, know that it is to a purpose.”
-Julia Cameron, The Artists’ Way
I’m experiencing a stand still with my creative self and trying to nurture my self through it with compassion and positivity. It isn’t easy. But, I’m walking through the desert – staying with my morning pages, and picking up the brush every morning, even if it’s just to draw lines across the page in a somewhat meditative and soothing posture. This drought will end.
“Of all the beautiful truths pertaining to the soul which have been restored and brought to light in this age, none is more gladdening or fruitful of divine promise and confidence than this – that man is the master of thought, the moulder of character, and the maker and shaper of condition, environment, and destiny.
As a being of Power, Intelligence, and Love, and the lord of his own thoughts, man holds the key to every situation, and contains within himself that transforming and regenerative agency by which he may make himself what he wills.”
– James Allen, As A Man Thinketh
I’ve been working on this for some months now – being truly mindful of the thoughts that cross my brain. How inconsequential a silly thought might be, it is still a seed with boundless potential. Some are seeds to weeds and others to beautiful flowers and plants and trees. To be selective about which seeds we lay in our fertile mind will determine what grows into our attitude and actions, which in turn give life to our circumstances and environment – and therefore it is of critical importance that we check our thoughts for uprightness. We can not entertain folly and contempt and expect to reap abundance and goodness. It just doesn’t follow the natural law of the universe.
I am working on this every single day… I am a little too apt to judge others and harbor contempt for others’ folly… but these are not the seeds of goodness and light. And, I want the those in my life.
Few things are accidental. Most things are by design. We just have to be aware of it.