After an incredible hiatus of creating, I let go of what I thought were my obligations, which were continuously taking priority over creating, and I let go and allowed myself to listen to my inner voice that begged to be released and to be restored. I made peace with my struggles, set aside my guilt for indulging in my creative work, and I set my soul and mind free and simply began again.
Many years ago, when I began working as an artist, a closet artist, I only worked in charcoal and pastel. It was working with these materials that I acquired my practice of working on the ground. I would select music to lead me on a journey, sit, quiet my mind, and from there create.
And as I began again, I realized despite the laundry list of projects I felt demanded my attention, letting go and finding my voice in my creative process was fundamental and necessary to create honestly.
There’s nothing good about my work if I’m unable to feel. And going deep into my process, back to my roots, back to my beginnings, where I initially found freedom and a place to express my truth is liberating.
Letting go of what I think my work should be, what I should be, what anything should be, brings me peace and balance. And that’s all I’ve ever wanted.
I, and my work, good or bad, are works in progress.