I walked out my front door this morning and noticed a clump of grass growing in the crevices between the bricks around my steps. I’m a week puller, so I bent down and tugged. Stubbornly they hung on and I only could break off the tops of the grass stems.
Lately, that’s the way my art life has been.Like weeds squeezed in between the boulders of things that must be done. Doctor appointments, farm chores, house cleaning. The art time has been compressed into small spaces. Can you relate?
These times come and go. I find myself trying out other mediums and opening up new doors when this happens. It’s like I say to myself, “ Well, if I can’t do this, then I’ll try that.”
Right now I’m in a season of journal making. It’s an art form that requires more physical activities than contemplation. Gluing, cutting, stamping. I can pick it up and put it down in small slivers of free time. Painting is so much more challenging and needs more prep, so for now journals it is. It’s feeding my creative well.
Just like those stubborn roots filling the cracks in my steps, my creative self is finding a way to keep the life flowing and grow even in less than an ideal schedule.
If you find yourself in a season of constraints, Don’t turn off the creative flow. There is always a way to keep those roots reaching down to the soil and pushing out leaves. This season won’t last forever. Maybe, like me, you’ll discover a whole new art form while you’re waiting. I’d love to hear your thoughts and how you’re keeping the kettle of inspiration simmering.