All of my experiences affect and influence me and my work. They jumble in my head, touch my heart, stimulate my brain, and come out in my conversations. I try to string them together, call it a blog, then send it to you as a newsletter. I hope you read it. This week there is so much to share.
Every week I see beautiful works of art at Fabulon. Some are the phenomenal pieces brought in by the artists, and some are created before me by my students. Oh if you could see the look in their eyes when they feel that surge of brain moving hand until images emerge. The people I meet are the most amazing creations. Just met folks visiting from my old home town, never knew them until now. They were so delightful. There was the most amazing older woman who walks with a cane but once did a yoga retreat at the Kripalu Center. She taught teachers to be teachers and went to Harvard when it was still primarily a school for white men. I met a woman who survived a brain tumor and now actively speaks out for people in our community.
I had a meeting with community members, civic leaders, artist, and teachers who are united to bring more art for everyone to West Ashley and we started a Facebook page for West Ashley Cultural Arts to network. Spread the word for us, please.
I've been so busy that I am having trouble getting my brain to shut down long after my body requires me to rest. So late at night I watch back to back episodes of Naked and Afraid. What? Why? Two strangers remove their clothes, take only one utilitarian item, then proceed to survive together for 21 days in some remote location. What? Why?
Apparently the people have some previous survival experiences and they want a realistic test for their skills. There is no prize or cash reward at the end. And now there is a newer version, the people get to take a pack of gear and specific survival items but they are alone. All alone for a month. In the wilderness of Vancouver. With bears. Alone.
This fascinates me. At first glance my captivation with this theme is out of my character. It perplexes me why, when I abhor reality TV of every incarnation, am I glued to these shows.
Then I heard a fascinating statement that clarified the enticement to this genre. One of my business advisors said, referring to himself “I am so vulnerable.” And “I love it”.
He explained that his position of launching entrepreneurs means that he is working with graphic designers and using all social medias as tools so he reads blogs by colleagues that detail the ups and downs of careers and reveal the insecurities that come with the territory. He can relate. In an emerging small business each day brings the fight for survival and so many unknowns.
I’m from New England. We don’t share like that. I grew up with the expressions “Never let them see you sweat” and “Put your game face on”. Why would I ever reveal my uncertainties?
Celebrate and publish them.
Oh wait. I am an artist! That is exactly what I do everyday! I pour my soul out on a canvas and share it with the world. Please like me. Give me money for what I made. I am standing here naked and afraid.
And I love it.