My 2014 word…ART.
It came easily to me for all kinds of reasons…
Which I could list, but the one that eclipses all the others is that I’m not getting any younger. I’ve fallen back into the exercise of making things. So much fun and even creatively rewarding. But not quite the same as creating art, not quite as good for my soul. There’ve been no big a-ha moments where I’ve stepped back and thought ‘I did that?’, not for a long while anyway. Those moments may still evade me but my wish is that it will not be for my lack of trying.
Oh I think of things I’d like to create in my studio. I picture them in my head. I do that a lot. But to get them out into the real world it requires figuring out new techniques and conquering new skills. And while I’m pondering all this I reach for my crochet basket or sit down in front of my sewing machine. Lame for me because my comfort level is so high and happy when I’m doing those things. I’m a great big scaredy-cat of learning curves and practicing and ‘wasted’ hours…which are all required for bringing new levels into one’s artistic repertoire, right?
All said and done, I’ve been procrastinating on stretching myself artistically because I haven’t made up my mind to take the time to just do it. That’s the truth of it. It might get awkward and messy and discouraging. And I don’t like the way that feels.
So is 2014 the year to stop being a big baby artistically? I’m hoping!