Happy Sunday morning !
I was not planning on sharing anything on the blog today but I just got answers to a burning question. And thought that maybe I was not the only one…
Why don’t you make art everyday like you used to ?
I kept this tucked in my art for over a year now, trying to figure it out. I am all about analyzing, deep thinking, intuitive journaling; but I just could not hear the answers until today.
Making art takes physical space. Admittedly, over the years, I started painting on bigger surfaces, accumulating journals after journals, and it is all still here. I have a small spare room in our new house filled with artwork. A lot of my favorite art is over our walls (almost every room has paintings I have made, yes the washrooms too). I am sad to see all these canvases in a dark room, in boxes, without receiving the love I think they should… And this sadness penetrated me to the core, subconsciously, keeping me from telling my stories. It feels as if the paintings are not fulfilling their original purpose. The hopes I have for them when I bring them to life.
I used to make art that made me happy but that I wanted to sell. Selling was never essentially about making money but about bringing joy and power to the new owners of my art. Not selling meant the pieces were staying in my home. As a consequence, I guess I felt invaded by all of these Nixies.
For months, I did not go into my Studio. Not that I did not want to create anything, but I knew it would not be going anywhere and decided it was not worth it. All the stories are buried in my heart, building up, but not coming out. I am starting to make art again, for the joy of creative explorations, but find it hard still to just have the finished pieces stand here in my home…
Now that I know the cause, I need to figure out how to fix it. Any suggestions ?