A Reminder to Fellow Artists..

I was having a conversation with a friend the other night and I realized I hadn’t yet shared this with my peoples:
ARTISTS.. there are sooo many times, too many to count, when I have heard from the lips of my people [artists in particular] that they have temporarily run out of inspiration… that they are searching for it again, but finding it elusive. Let us not forget, that if we have EVER done ANY work, any painting, film, song, dance, sculpture, WHATEVER, that we actually enjoyed the end result of; that moved us in the making; that forced us to pour our souls into, then we have created something which many of us as artists overlook- something that could be a permanent source of Inspiration.

so many of us look outside ourselves for that next spark, that next THING that’ll jumpstart us out of whatever funk we’ve shoveled ourselves into in the moment. what we forget is that WE can look to OURSELVES for at least a measure of that inspiration! I mean YO! if you put time, and effort, and soul and spirit and fuggn angst into that piece you finished no matter how long ago- that piece lives. even if you work in the ephemeral and/or transient art. the ACT of it’s creation; the visceral experiential that went along with it’s making; the music you listened to during that time; the relationships you were in; the places you visited; the piece itself.. within these things are keys to future inspirations.

Never forget that just as you are inspired by other artists and other art, you are inspiring others.. and you do NOT have to be the only one bereft of the gift you are giving. step back and experience what it’s like to be inspired by your damn self. you manage that, and you’ll have constructed an incredible creative cycle that can NEVER go stale; it can never run out. just a thought. [ accompanied by one of my latest commissions.. a gentleman drummer by the name of Chris Eddleton for his drum head. his audiences from now on get to stare at THAT. I love it ]


A Moment..lessons from the past

sooooo.. I was/am in the mood to blog.. but I was on Facebook and I wrote to a friend of mine what amounted to the PERFECT blog for this moment.. so I decided to blog the whole letter and you [ whoever’s reading this ] don’t have to worry about any details you can’t figure out from context clues cuz..
so here it is and dammit I feel good and I do bleeve this is going to be my first Official bloggery on this hurr blog thing.. apparatus.. doohickey.. right.
..I never answered YOUR questions about how MY life is going! whuups..
I’m having.. SO much fun lady.. like, it’s really kinna nuts. there’s DEFINITELY been several moments of stressery particularly recently in situations I’ve set up around money and the creation of this show we’re getting ready for in mid-October. this is going to be our BIG one. .like, THE showcase of our art and fashion; biggest show of our lives [ so far ] kinna deal and it’s been an incredibly exciting time.workin it out with creating for the show, not necessarily taking on clients in the meantime, and running to the end of my quitting nest-egg.. can get a lil hectic to navigate. but THESE are precisely the times when I have to TRUST.. that’s a key component thingee.. I gotta trust in what I’ve pulled off already. .trust in the fact that I AM a manifestor, and DO call in sheeot, and I HAVE BEEN calling in sheeot since before I even quit. .which is why I was willing to quit in the first place.I look inward; I look at the brick wall I’m standing on; made of the countless bricks of my accomplishments- everything from when I woke up when I said I would, to the gigantic stuff like quitting my job and creating a life where me and my Lady are officially a bi-coastal couple, and I take strength from these things.. these accomplishments that are already done; that as such can never be doubted, or taken away. they are real and the results of them are the reason for my being where I am standing today, feeling like I’m feeling today.

at that point, Stress takes a hike, Doubt goes on temporary hiatus til the next time it tries to ambush me, and a smile the size of somebody’s fuggn sun splits my face like Creation’s own light..

and THEN, I write messages like this one screaming and ranting and blazing all OVER the place til the mirth spills outta the screen and spashes all over YOU and you smile if you’re not already, and maybe you giggle just a little and maybe you take a deep breath and BELIEVE in yourself even more than you did twenty seconds ago and I am here..
and smiling
and happy
and blessed
and loving. my. life.