It still feels like autumn, and I'm in love with it. In a couple days it'll become warmer and a bit wetter, but for now the cool, dry conditions persist. The sun is shining brightly and I've already got a random selection of small wet cyanotypes exposing out front. I've been unmotivated to create physical art...for months now, really. But yesterday I was reading Hi-Fructose magazine (an art quarterly) and it was inspiring to learn about legit artists' practices...even through Covid. I suppose I shouldn't use the term "legit" should I? But, the truth is I don't feel legit or completely honest by labeling myself as an artist. To say I'm a dedicated hobbyist...right now...would be more accurate. But...I'll not get bogged down in that slurry of rumination.
I can feel the seasonal transition in my body. Stuff is going on, mostly because of stress levels (at least, that's my take). It's hard to heal when my body is releasing too much cortisol (lack of sleep...hello). It's also hard to be present with the continued isolation and uncertainty of these times. I've no idea when it'll be safe to travel again. The holidays will be...interesting (sure, I want to put a positive, upbeat spin on the situation, but I can't deny the sadness within). However, there's no around it, just through it. For me, that means a constant adjustment, righting myself, resetting healthy patterns and a commitment to the process.
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