I still don’t consider myself “an artist” because an artist, in my mind, is someone who can bring to life creative images that somehow form out of the whispers of muses; those people who can beautifully and miraculously capture life in the strokes of their brushes. I am, however, a person who loves to create (even when it’s an act of imitation). I have a little corner in my apartment that I like to call my studio. I have this little blog (neglected as it’s been) where I like to think I create pictures of moments or emotions with my words.
I have to say, it’s taken me a while to get here, this place where I accept my expressions in all their imperfect glory. I know I needed to give myself enough room to grow, to not be burdened by expectation; however, I am finding more and more that it is time to raise the bar. I have been too undisciplined in the name of creativity, in the name of expression. As Fellini would say, I have given myself too much freedom. I am in need of boundaries and deadlines and discipline.
This is just another area of my life, of me really, that needs balance. I have a habit of being an all or nothin’ kind of gal. I need to allow myself some middle ground and realize that inhabiting this place of personal compromise does not negate my passion or dedication. What it does mean is that I can keep both and still leave room for error, for successes, for frustration, for contentment.
So, once again I am reminded how much life has to teach me and how much I am eager to learn.
