My latest goal is to convert our bedraggled old caravan into an art studio. I spent a couple of hours today getting rid of some of the clutter that had been stored in it. Amongst the rubble was some artwork from 5 or so years back..not so long ago, I know, but long enough to bring a bit of nostalgia. I particularly love the Lino print I did, with the words “productivity kills art” scrawled on it with an artliner. This was part of an inner protest against the industrial world’s way of mass producing everything, including “art”. I believed then, and still do, that our creativity is borne more from ‘being’ rather than frantic ‘doing’. Creativity will flourish when we slow down enough to see the extraordinary in the ordinary.
Looking at my old, and I guess ‘rejected’ artworks helps me appreciate even more my inner yearnings to be the person who can see the amazing, the divine, amongst the ordinary things (I’m not there yet). It makes me realise once again how much I long to create and to ‘be’ an artist. This is a desire that has been in me ever since I can remember. The motives may have been differentiation or perhaps passive rebellion at some point. But whatever…the dream has clung tenaciously all these years, and I must give it credence as I meander along my way. The endless flurry of ‘activity’ is the enemy to my dream.
I read something recently that said that successful people say “no” a lot. I guess that’s because they have certain objectives, and they guard it as precious….they will not agree to anything that does not further their goal or vision. food for thought, I can hear an echo in that famous old Shakespearian adage “this Above all : to thine own self be true”