Art has always been an integral part of my life. Through it I can make beauty in the midst of something ugly. Without it, I feel completely lost and void of purpose. With it, I feel at home, as if my purpose for living is tied in somewhere to the act of creating.
For me art takes on multiple iterations. Sometimes the vehicle for expression comes through my writing, sometimes it comes through the capturing of an image with my camera, and lately it has surfaced through working with clay.
No matter which tool my soul chooses, I feel grounded and happy when lost in the moment of creation.
Since my diagnosis and surgeries I have experienced an extra strong desire to focus on my art. In the midst of these past few stressful months I found myself exploring macro photography, delving into play with clay, and most recently I have been drawn back into burying myself in words through the NaNoWriMo challenge. For those of you who aren’t familiar with NaNoWriMo, here is the description from the website:
“National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to creative writing. On November 1, participants begin working towards the goal of writing a 50,000-word novel by 11:59 PM on November 30.
Valuing enthusiasm, determination, and a deadline, NaNoWriMo is for anyone who has ever thought fleetingly about writing a novel.”
I have had two novels simmering in the background for quite some time and 10 days ago I made the commitment to attack one of them by hammering out 50,000 words and the first draft by the end of November. I am already a few thousand words short of halfway on day 10. The accountability of recording my daily word count on the NaNoWriMo website has worked wonders for my writing habit. I have also felt a bit of urgency to write as much as I can to get ahead before I begin my topical chemotherapy today (more about that in my next post).
The majority of my freelance and published work has been in nonfiction. This is definitely my first serious push into the world of fiction. I have to admit, I am enjoying the journey. I believe I am enjoying it so much right now because it provides me a daily escape from reality and I am allowed to construct a world where my characters are free to roam without boundaries.
If I wanted to become all psychoanalytic about it I could probably tie it into my sudden lack of control over my physical body and the need to feel like the Captain of something once again. But meh, let’s not go there today and just say I am having a great time living in an alternate reality for around 2,000 words per day.
I am definitely not a traditionalist. I have always struggled with being confined to an office in a corporate setting. Money never made me happy when I had a lot of it and the stress of the crazy corporate work hours just about did me in.
Of course I never wanted to be a “starving artist” but I have always wanted to make a living with my art. It is what fulfills me the most and definitely what makes me feel the happiest.
So here’s to always honoring the artist inside of you no matter how he/she decides they need to show themselves to the world.