Change is a funny little thing! Sometimes it is good and sometimes it is not so good. There are subtle changes that come along with nature such as the changes our bodies go through. It seems like with every 10 years of age there comes some sort of physical change that my body has gone through, which usually hasn’t been something to brag about.
On the other hand, when I stopped working for somebody else and decided to make art full-time, that was a sudden change, and it was a fabulous change.
Changes come in all sizes. There a little bitty changes that are so subtle you hardly notice them. Then there are those gigantic changes that totally rock your world.
A lot of times you don’t see change coming until it is completely finished and you find yourself on the other side, wondering when and how the heck that changed happened. Then there are those times when you can actually see the change coming. You know it is coming and you either brace yourself to ride through the change or you start preparing to fight the impending battle that is about to pursue.
All this week I have been hearing this pesky little word ringing through my head. That word is “change”. At first I thought I kept hearing that little inner voice of mine telling me the word “change” because Tim and I are getting ready to move. I know we are getting ready to change not only the residence where we live, but the town we live in. To me that is change. It is a change that I am all too familiar with since we move at least once a year (if not more). So I thought that was the change that was coming and just dismissed the word.
However, the more I tried to dismiss the word, THINKING that I knew what it meant, the word only got stronger and louder. I found myself writing the word on a piece of paper trying to figure out what it was trying to tell me. Then I found myself drawing the word. This word was driving me crazy and I just could not figure it out.
Then I finally figured it out. This little voice was telling me to change my art. Change my art? Are you kidding me? What in the world am I supposed to change my art too? I had a million questions and once again, all I could hear is “change”.
So, here I am. I know that my art is getting ready to change, yet I don’t have a clue about “how” it is going to change or “what” it is going to change into, I just know it is going to change. On one hand it is scary… very scary. Yet on the other hand I am really very excited. I don’t know if exhilarated fear is an actual term or not, but that is probably the best way that I can describe this feeling.
I know that for a while I am going to get to be like a mad scientist, or in my case I will be a mad artist. I am going to get to play, explore and experiment with new mediums and methods. I don’t know exactly what those are going to be right now, but I am really excited to find out.
I don’t know if these changes are going to be really big, making my art totally different from what it is now, or if the changes are going to be so subtle that nobody notices but me. I guess we will find out. However, I do know that there will be some things about my art that will not change. Those things are why I make art. (I will be sharing those non-negotiable changes in future post.)
But for now, I am embracing this change with the total excitement and the same anticipation as that of a small child on Christmas morning, anxious to see what I am going to find when I unwrap that beautiful package.
Over the coming days, weeks and maybe even months as I go through this process I will be updating this blog on a frequent basis. I will be doing this mainly as a process of journaling for myself. However, I welcome you to join me on this journey.
I would love to hear your comments (either in the form of encouragement or advice), but due to an enormous number of spammers I have had to turn off the comments here. However, please feel free to comment over on my Facebook page.
I am excited to share this adventure with you and lets enjoy a great ride!