A Creative Lifestyle
A creative lifestyle is one of heartbreak and romance, or at the very least, it has the propensity to become one. There is the falling in and out of love with ones work, and the constant investigations of new ways of working, of inspiration. For myself a creative lifestyle becomes one of eureka moments and burning of things that I wish I had never spent the time on. There's an all consuming search for an 'it'.
There's a solidarity with others attaining for the ultimate creative lifestyle, friends are artists, writers, photographers, musicians, and they excel and take care in their endeavours. I fall in love with them and their passions. Having friends that are 'artists' in the broadest sense of the word ensures that it's never quiet, there's always someone, somewhere, creating, pushing forward, providing inspiration and impetus to work harder, be better.
There are fulfilling conversations and a stream of new artwork for my walls (and there is nothing better than that). There are pockets on the internet where people align their creative lifestyle, they support and they care. Is there anything that could be better than that?
No-one cares more than me about my own creative lifestyle, no cares more than me that my artwork and by extension, my thought process should evolve and grown. No-one cares more than me that I am successful, and that I fulfill my own version of successful. That success should look so different to so many is a beautiful thing. That there are people crafting and creating their own journeys forward.
It's not all rosy though and when they say we need to put hard work into our ambitions, no-one was lying, but hard-work pays off, does it not? Not always next week, not always next year, but eventually there is a moment where we are able to stand back and say "I created this and I love it".
A penchant for failing and being so cut up about that failure that the idea of actually achieving becomes alien and unattainable. The resulting days in bed feeling that the world can't deal you a shittier hand. These are the thoughts that consume my mind, in moments when I think about my own creativity, my own words and sketchbooks. I think of failure and if I can cope with another monumental one. There's only so many of others words you can listen to before you need to feel it yourself.
The other night I had a dream in which my whole blog was re-designed. It looked good, I thought it looked good. I'm no designer, and despite looking at new ways of creating and new mediums and materials I still stand by that. Design is still a realm I know very little about, and I still love working with my hands.
Inside each one of us is a creative. I'm reminded of The Breakfast Club a fabulous film my mother made me watch around the age of 13.
Saturday, March 24, 1984. Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois, 60062. Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.
Brian Johnson, The Breakfast Club
Inside all of us is an ability to be creative, to live a creative lifestyle, and how that lifestyle and that creativity is expressed is individual to all of us. Shaped how we want to appear and how we most feel comfortable. Shaped by our experiences and our knowledge that over time moves and adapts.
But you knew all this didn't you?
I knew it too. There is a reminder that everyday is a school day, that experimenting and learning is beautiful. A reminder that we're all in it together, and not just those aligning with an artistic or creative lifestyle, but those on the search in the realms of science and technology. We're all just little cogs turning, fighting things that we perceive as unjust, shouting our voices to those causes that hurt our hearts in the worst of ways.
The power behind our visuals and our words is palpable. We should remember this in the dark moments when it seems like we're not getting anywhere, because we will and we can, with enough hand work and a little self belief.