Sharing my artwork is nerve wracking. I think that is the best way to describe it. On Saturday, my friend nominated me to share 3 pieces of artwork for 5 days via social media. At first, I was very excited. Oh! I was asked to share my artwork! Oh my! What do I want to share?!?
I began perusing my stock of paintings, drawings, jewelry pieces, designs and creations. I felt so excited thinking of all of the things I have made, that I have poured love into from the moment of their conception. I then began to think of how the majority of it, has never been seen by the world.
I don’t really share much of my artwork. I kind of hide it
in a sense. Sometimes, I feel like I hide it from myself, the fact that I can
and do make art. That I create.
This recollection/realization saddened me a touch. I felt
sad for the many unfinished projects clinging to the peripherals of my heart
like leaves and litter blown against a chain link fence on an overcast
afternoon. I felt sad because what I had wasn’t enough. It wasn’t that my work
was bad or good, it just wasn’t enough. This voice inside told me that by now, I should have so much more, so much better work.
There is just too much pressure within, to do more, to do
better. This part of me that spoke up, the part that tells me it’s just not
enough has some very odd preconceptions of what it means to create art. Try as
I might, we’re getting to a more peaceable place with one another. As we fly
through the skies together, I gently cut the heat fueling our balloon ride.
Letting us fall, just slightly. Letting things slow down, just slightly to let
us come back to Earth. Come back and breathe, no pressures.
The more I share my work, the easier it will be. The more
comfortable it starts to feel. As long as I keep the belief that it’s enough,
all will be well and I can embrace all of the loose ideas that float about me
waiting for their materialization. Sharing my art isn’t all that bad. It’s
actually pretty fun.
It’s my work and it is enough.
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