Have you ever had one of those moments when all of a sudden, things click into place and you are suddenly able to do what you couldn’t do the day before?
It happened. It happened today, to me.
I literally thought it would be impossible for me to feel motivated about any form of art other than writing, which has always been my anchor art, my most stable form of creativity.
I have never quite gotten the hang of fancying myself a visual artist of any sort, yet I have sold pieces of art several times, I just don’t feel it. My friend, Jesus, asked me to submit some art for an upcoming all women show. He said, “You may submit something you have shown before.”
He didn’t know it, but that comment was like waving rays of early morning dawn upon a sleeping bird.
I didn’t have a choice. I must create something from what I had on hand. Quickly.
As a photographer, I have tons of photos on file I could print and frame, but my past few creations have been mixed media and 3D rather than 2D. I still love my photos, taking them, looking at what surprises I capture, but I have felt lately them on their own conventionally framed just didn’t have the content of “real” art.
I have a real love for women across the ages. I have a special love for women across the ages who overcame depression and mental illness to create. I have a sorrow deeper than my being for those women artists who took their lives and double that sorrow for the world who never got to experience their next art.
This has been magnified for the past month, as I have been fighting my own current bout of stultifying depression.
My work is in process right now as you can see from these photos. The exciting thing is, though – that they are well on their way to be completed. Considering yesterday I didn’t know if I would be able to do it and now, I am deep in process ~ well, it is as if all the women I am paying homage to are cheering me on and holding me up.
“Speak for us,” I can feel them saying.
What choice do I have but to keep moving on, keep creating, allowing my wordless message to be shouted through me?
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