Last month, I gave notice at the community studio I’ve been part of for the better part of a year.
There are a couple of reasons: I’ve moved into a larger apartment with more room to create; I’ve primarily been making art at home anyway; and I’d rather save the money for other things.
Regardless, it’s been strange to give up something I thought I wanted — even though I’ve changed my mind, and now this is what I want.
Trying new things and big dreams, and realizing when those things are no longer right, takes courage.
Today I turn another year older (and hopefully, another year wiser). I’m grateful I’ve given myself every chance to keep going, and am celebrating my softness, my childlike delight in the small things, my kindness, my creativity, my sense of humor.
A few lessons learned in my time on earth thus far:
All we are ever granted is the present moment. Make time for the good things, the off-screen things, the people and hobbies and activities that make our days meaningful. How we spend our days is how we spend our lives.
You are important. You are worthy of love and gentleness and peace and safety. Never, ever abandon yourself. Seek out the tools you need to trust yourself more, support yourself more, and be your happiest and healthiest.
The little things are, in fact, everything. Don’t wait for those rare moments of perfect euphoria; find joy in the everyday.
Art-making is a spiritual practice. Keep creating.
I am exceedingly excited to share that I joined a shared studio space at Atelier No. 5 in the south of Köln. This opportunity allows me to connect with the artist community, build new relationships, and spread out and get messy (without the threat of curious cats).
Words swirl around my head constantly. I rarely extract them, afraid of the uncertain consequences of others knowing what I really feel. The danger of expressing myself, of it being the wrong thing said the wrong way.
I have a deep fear of being misunderstood. Of being punished, cruelly, immediately, publicly, for my own imperfection in expression, for letting myself tumble over my own lips and into others’ ears, eyes, and brain.
So I keep them, these thoughts, worries, and wonderings. I keep them tucked in my head and heart, where they beat against my skull and ribcage like butterflies desperate for the sun, for pollen, for the wind.
For their own good, I think. To keep them safe.
Recently, though, I have felt a nudge to open that cage, to let the viscera of my inner world spill out into the real world. My gatekeeper is exhausted, and I can’t help but think fuck it.Let it be what it is.
(I’m reminded of Anais Nin’s apt if oft-quoted line: “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”)
The imperfection and mess I find so easily in my art journal, I want to decode all that and say what I mean, mean what I say, to shed the cloak of politeness and dive into raw, real authenticity. For too long I’ve squeezed myself — my brain, my lungs, my body, my being — into the tiny (but ever-changing) box of What Is Acceptable, and I’m tired and sore and cramped in weird places.
Freedom ↔ safety. Scrubbed raw ↔ a veneer. Butterflies.
This morning, six weeks after moving to Germany — and after years of wanting this to be my reality — I marveled that I’m here. This happened.
My husband and I came back a few days ago from a trip to see his family in Tunisia; though we saw ancient ruins and the ocean and had a wonderful visit, the most magical part was coming home. We live together. This is our everyday life.
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