I did Art.

I just did art. Yep. I arted. Hung prints for a weekend Art Walk. I framed. I curated. Showed my art at an art show. It was a little scary. Why? I don’t always think of myself as an “artistse”. Definitely a photographer. A creator. But Artist? I can’t draw! Or play an instrument, or sculpt, or paint…even my stick figures are questionable.

But, years ago I read a book, The Artist Way by Julia Cameron. Kinda changed my life. Learned life lessons, journaled everyday, went for intentional walks, learned how to be present by scheduling an artist date weekly, discovered my inner artist…and then I stopped. So doing an art show pop up was a return to that inner artist that was put away so that I could tend to every day life. Work, parenting, marriage, divorce, paying bills, losing parents, moving, learning a new community, learning a new photography skillset – the Art of the Headshot a la Peter Hurley and the Headshot Crew...  So focused was I on surviving everyday life that I forgot I was an artist. How to play. How to be present. How to embrace the vulnerability. How to create for me.

So, I made a decision. I did art. And I think I’ll do it again…and again.  Highly recommend it. What special interest, hobby, pastime have you set aside? I challenge you to revisit and let me know how it goes.