“When I dropped out, even though people around me thought I had made a mistake, I had full faith in my ability, my decision, and my vision.”
Artists are frequently told to think outside the box, be creative or seek originality. These are not entirely incorrect but they neglect a key point- nothing is original.
Be vulnerable, write down three anxieties a day. I can’t be true to others if I’m not true to myself.
You work and run around, worn out by the afternoon only to come home to a room full of unfinished projects. Then, with the measly strength that’s left in you, you aimlessly try to edit or draw or paint or design or compose whatever is left of the inspiration you kept pushing off to the side all day in exchange for your adulting duties.
Not being able to produce creative thoughts doesn’t weigh on your ability to produce good work.
Says, it’s okay
to eat your heart out over this,
it’s okay to invite them all over
to watch, knife & fork in hand
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
because there’s ink in my veins
waiting to be spilled
I often wonder how different my life would have been if my mother hadn’t passed away when I was a young girl.
We can’t grow when we stay at home, keep our paintings in the closet, our music in our headphones, our curiosities in our own hearts.