It’s been really difficult to feel like doing anything creative. It took awhile for me to feel ok with that. It was like- here’s all this time for making art! and when it seemed others were inspired and motivated, I just felt overwhelmed and deflated. My life and self worth up to this point had been wrapped up in this idea that people know me as “the artist,” and what would that mean if I didn’t want to make work anymore? I felt like I was losing myself, but really I was just shedding the expectations and assumptions I had about who I should be right now, or where I should be in my career. Taking space from making art these past few months has been one of the most loving things I could do for myself. I learned it’s ok to take time and space for yourself, to be gracious and kind and listen to my body when she needs rest. Also, I don’t have to paint when I don’t feel like it! And I’m not less of a person if I stop painting. After all of these realizations, when I least expected it, a vision for a painting arrived and I decided to get back to the easel. https://www.instagram.com/p/CFIM-Bcn_fa/?igshid=r3q7db8qu6i7