My work is to inspire... and I think, who am I to be held up as an inspiration ?
In my Tuesday morning class we talked about newness.
"Week two try something new"
How new can be both, exciting and scary.
My new experiences are stepping up and learning about technology. The website,Instagram, Facebook and this blog. I am certainly feeling like an old dog trying to learn new tricks.
Suddenly my creative life is a virtual one. A keyboard instead of a paint brush under my hands.
I think of Neil Gaiman saying "I became a professional email writer."
This Little book I wrote seems so innocent in its paynes grey linen jacket.
How would it be if I just trusted it to fly?
push push push... get it out there the wind whispers and I think where is there?
The critic monster is sneering! They will all find out you are not a real writer or illustrator and as I write this I laugh because I think, who is?
I write words.. I draw pictures. I share them and somewhere, somehow people get it and say YES! that is exactly how I feel and the connection is made.
Back to believing that this is my gift to the world..
and it never goes away this feeling. It is only this feeling that lets me know I am walking on the lonely track into the dark wood with only my little candle for light.
So when people say you are so lucky to be creative. I feel confused as luck has little to do with it.
Choice, tenacity, showing up doing the work, pushing pushing until it is done.
The lucky time is when everything is quiet, when I allow what really wants to come out to come. When the magic dances out of my fingers with little thought.
Creating a time and space with myself.
This is the creative process I share with others .
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