My brain and my heart have been grappling lately.
Are you going to do it? Are you not going to do it? Or, back burner it for a different time?
That last one always gets me.
I know that timing is important and some things need to wait, but I find myself using it as a crutch.
A crutch to put things off.
Put the things off that I want to do, but am scared to do or that’s hard to do.
Put off drawing.
Put off sharing my work.
Put off exercising.
Put off getting up early.
Put off saying what I really wanted to say…
I’m a designer. I like it. It’s how I make a living.
I want to be known for more than that. I don’t know what I would call it except to describe it this way: I want to jar people into feeling shit with words and shapes and experiences. I want to express myself in ways that (i feel) only the category of ‘art’ would appropriate…
How in the hell, do I even begin to approach this?…
I used to make things all the time. I used to paint, sculpt, form, draw, carve linoleum block prints, screen print. Then I decided to become a ‘minimalist,’ I started working as a freelance designer to support myself and stopped doing all of the other things.
Even though I have this feeling of overwhelm. I know the answer is to start and keep doing it and share it.