Artists love other artists. Shadow artists are gravitating to their rightful tribe but cannot yet claim their birthright. Very often audacity, not talent, makes one person an artist and another a shadow artist—hiding in the shadows, afraid to step out and expose the dream to light, fearful that it will disintegrate to the touch. –Julia Cameron, The Artist’s Way
I remember it took me years before I could call myself an artist. It felt pretentious. I felt obligated to add qualifiers, to undermine my career aspirations before others could inadvertently make me feel stupid for desiring artistic success…
“But that isn’t really a career option.”
“Isn’t art more of a hobby?”
“Yea, but, aren’t you going to do a real job also?”
“Too bad you won’t make any money until your dead, huh?”
Because, those are reassuring things to hear from other humans, right?
However, eventually I grew into myself as an artist and became more confident in my commitment to art. I am an artist. I make art. I love art, and in turn art heals me and fills me with joy. As an adult, I refuse to be embarrassed or ashamed of that fact. In my life, I am pursuing a career in the fine arts. Eventually, I hope to be a successful enough artist to solely earn my living on art-related endeavors.
If I don’t have faith in myself as an artist—how can I expect anyone else to take my work or me seriously?
Week 1/Task 8- Imaginary lives:
If you had five other lives to lead, what would you do in each of them?
- Singer/Songwriter Okay, yes, I have no singing or lyrical ability, BUT, my imaginary self totally does.
- Fiction Author That is pretty self-explanatory, I think.
- Contemporary Dancer You know, like the ones in the Step-Up movies. Yep, that is totally what I am referring to–it is entirely a guilty pleasure.
- Actress Because who doesn’t want a career out of playing make-believe?
- Hair Stylist The fun ones who play with all the crazy colors and asymmetrical cuts.
Week 1/Task 10 Artist Walk:
Take a twenty-minute walk
I don’t have a car, and was stuck on base waiting for my husband to get off work, so I used that as an opportunity for Task 10. Normally, the base isn’t that exciting. I have driven those streets, viewed the buildings, etc for literally, years now. Yet, when walking with a conscious sense of observation, the amount of ordinary beauty often overlooked is almost staggering.