Hello from Germany!
This past week has been filled with the most wonderful things, the most lovely of which has been the company of a special someone very close to my heart. In addition to indulging in homemade sushi, the calmness of a small European town, True Blood marathons, daylong trips to nearby cities, and the half understood lilting of a beautiful language, I have been awaiting the return of the last post published here. It seems, however, that Blogger will not be returning vanishing posts to their authors. Instead, I imagine that all the missing posts of thousands of blogs are mingling together and sharing beautiful ideas in some imaginary land.
I will be in Germany for another three weeks. The time spent here is much needed after a very intense academic year, one which, to be honest, dealt quite a blow to my creative journey. Last year I wrote about how I was just beginning to find my voice, something I had been yearning for for quite a long time. Today I feel like I am back at the very beginning of my journey: unsure of myself and my artistic abilities, unsure of how to put paint on a page, unsure of how to move forward.
I feel the same about this space; I have found myself struggling with how to share the words and images I daydream of. I stumble over syntax and meaning, vocabulary and structure. This is a sure result of the unintended development of the habit of non-blogging, one which I firmly intend to change this summer. Within the first few days I arrived here, I found a little art shop and bought four tubes of acrylics. Over the next few months I intend on gently leading myself back towards a place of artistic security and joy; this includes relearning how to be present, open, and joyful in this space.
I in fact have a few planned posts to share in the near future, including the long overdue introduction of two beautiful and talented artists, both teachers in this season's 21 Secrets.
The journey to creativity is not a static one: we must always be searching, pushing, moving, and striving forward. There is so end to be reached - there is only new discovery, exploration, growth, stretching, and learning, and when we take a pause from this forward momentum we momentarily lose much of what we had learned. Art is something which must be practiced over and over again. It is only through this we can really make it our own.