Creative flow, that river of electricity that runs through me taking everything in its path along with it, determines my daily existence. Some days it’s a wild raging torrent coursing through me, one that has me forgetting to eat and sleep. Some days it’s a slowly moving stream that offers a respite from the wild, an opportunity to reflect and rest. I never know when I wake up what kind of a day it’ll be.
I’ve learned that this is My Way. My Tao.
Creatively, I’m not good at the 9 to 5. It’s not tangential enough for the way I think. It stifles and controls. It makes me want to rebel. Listening to the Creative Flow, and moving to it in its time, is Freedom for me. It is necessary for the well-being of my soul.
I spent a lot of years being admonished for my undisciplined methods for making art, of hearing and reading that to be a “real” artist meant that one must do it everyday just like going to work at a 9 to 5 job everyday. Guilt seeped in, living deeply and darkly in me. It became something I had to fight each time I wanted to paint or work on a neckpiece at midnight . . . I wasn’t doing it when I was “supposed to.” One day about 10 years ago I had a realization: I’ve never done what I was “supposed to.” And I’ve never felt guilty for doing what was different, so why feel guilty for the non-9 to 5 creative?
I consciously worked on transforming the guilt. And I have made more art in the last 10 years than in the previous 30.
Always move to your own creative flow . . . to the beat of your own heart.