Another fresh breath

I got started as an artist by being born. Without that, I don’t feel I could have accomplished much at all. It wasn’t something I wanted, it was just who I was.

I’m not sure whether training has influenced what I am doing now. The lessons that influence me the most have nothing to do with art supplies or technique. They are about self awareness, connections and learning my place in the universe.

I get so absorbed in what I am doing creatively that the act of creating is enough in itself. I like it when people like what I’ve done, because we get a chance to connect and share our stories. I love what I do, but I’m not so personally connected to the piece as to be offended or hurt if someone doesn’t like it. It was my slow exhalation, and it felt good. I’ve taken another fresh breath since then.

I don’t censor myself for fear of offending someone else.

I do consider my audience when I write or make art. Sometimes people need to be offended. Some people will be offended no matter what. That is none of my business.

It is not my intention to shock or disturb people. Some things might be comfortable for me but uncomfortable for them. I think an honest dialogue can be the most helpful thing. We could differ without needing to persuade each other. We could respect each other without disrespecting ourselves, and go on our way richer than we were before. Seeds can be planted when we least expect it, and grow when we most need it.

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