What might happen if I really started making art again and pulled all of the stuff I have made out of the closets and took it into a gallery?
This room does not reflect who I am…
Or maybe it does represent the “me of the moment”…
It might be more accurate to say that this room does not reflect who I want to be and who I am intentionally trying to become.
I am so frustrated (and angry) at my lack of sustainable progress towards living a simpler, clutter free life.
I claim to want to make more art and this is what my studio always looks like!
I am adding a fourth word to my new year “slogan”.
That word is “Redefine”.
I am going to rethink, reimagine, reflect on and then redefine my goals and the plan of action to get there.
I want to make more art.
What do I need to do to make that happen?
Today, I attacked the studio.
A box of stuff is going to the thrift store…crafting and art supplies that I have outgrown and that no longer fit my style. Leftover bits and pieces that were saved because I might be able to use them for something. Things given to me that “might be useful”.
We had a bonfire. Boxes of old art, old journal pages, letters, art cards, miscellaneous papers, leftovers, notes and so much much.
Those papers represent the past. Guilt, things undone, friendships that are no more, items that have lost their relevance to who I am becoming.
Towards the end of the clean-up, it became easier and harder.
Easier to let go of things…
Harder to deal with the emotions of the change.
I suspect there is more that could go.
I believe their are a lot more possibilities now than there were this morning.
I am excited by that notion.
I am drained and weary and a little afraid.
This is now…