I read a blog the other day by another artist who was so candid about his personal fears and past/present experiences, I was inspired by the courage that took. So I decided to be a little more courageous here. And tell you why my blog has been so quiet.
I think to everything there is a season. I miss teaching and painting, especially plein air. I miss blogging about it. You can't (or I can't) keep a blog fresh with new subject matter if you're not in the game. And for a while, I was angry I didn't have the time or energy to do those things. But even when I found the time, I didn't do them. It was then I realized it was a choice I've made to do other things. More important things.
Caring for dad has been life changing. I've realized how selfish I am. I've realized how blessed I am. I've realized how sad aging is and how devastating Alzheimer's can be. But I've also been given a gift of time with my dad that I wouldn't trade for any painting! We are very fortunate his mind has stayed as stable as it has. It could be from my stellar care taking, (if you know me, you know thats a little joke. I'm doing the best I can. Some days are better than others) but more likely from the drugs and the fact that dad always kept himself physically fit and was mentally always sharp as a tack. While his mind continues to fade, it's his body that will ultimately betray him. He's ninety, it's not a shock. But I'm noticing tremors in his hands and the shuffling of his feet is worsening. Recently, a bout of pneumonia nearly took him from us.
I tell you this on a blog about living a creative life, why? Well, because once an artist, always an artist! Adapting is the name of the game in life. Many times I've had students entering a new stage in life and wanting to fulfill their passion to paint. Often I had students with illness or disability use my classes to take their mind off their illness or condition. Some use it to strengthen their minds or coordination. One student told me that as she aged, she knew she would always be able to find a pencil and paper, so it was a skill she could do no matter where she went or how life changed! That's so true! So why am I not using my art more to cope, as therapy or as an outlet?
The truth is, I could find the time if I wanted to. To be fair, I haven't "quit". It's just that my time is not my own so much now. Much like going back to work full time and just not having enough free time to fulfill all the many passions I have! Someone asked me how my art was going and as I began to tell them it really wasn't, my hubby jumped in and reminded me (as he told them) that I'm out in the garden and in our home creating beauty, just in a different medium! How sweet was that?
So it's true that life has limits. I traded one thing for something else much more valuable. I have those skills and when the time is right, I will make use of them again as God calls me to my next challenge! While my focus may have changed, my passion to create hasn't. I believe we are created in God's image and the first thing God tells us He did was create. That means it's important! I am happiest when I am creating, but even God took a break!
So since this blog is titled "Living a Creative Life" not "A Painting A Day", maybe I'll post some other ways I've been living a creative life. Art is everywhere if we just have eyes to see. I believe we need to surround ourselves with beauty and creativity. In our homes, our yards, our minds, with what we read and how we entertain ourselves. In everything. Art enriches our everyday life and as the auto signature for my emails says "Art washes the dust from everyday life"--Picasso.
I think a lot of the art I used to do was driven by the need for new work to show, enter competitions or teach a new class. I think those things were very helpful to keep me painting and putting my work out there. I saw improvement through the years and I had some small success. It was rewarding, but if I wasn't married to such a hard working guy, I couldn't have ever made a living out of it without a lot more effort. I'm sure I would have been a Sunday painter with a "real" job. I also noticed that when it becomes something you must do, even art becomes work. Even if you love it. Work, well, is work. And work is good. I just think some people have this idea that to do what you love never has a down side.
Anyway, I digress. Take away all that impetus to make art and I'm left with my own ambition. I've learned I'm not that ambitious! I have plenty of time to make art. So why don't I? Why does it create stress for me to think about making art? I don't know. I simply have no answer for it. One of my favorite quotes and something I'm continually reminded is "The only constant is change." And in time, this too shall pass, I'm certain of it.