In my previous post, I confessed that I’ve been in quite the creative funk for the past few weeks. It sometimes feels unshakable, but I’ve given it a valiant effort this week – I finished up the exercises from week #5 of The Artist’s Way and picked up my reading for week #6, and I made a sincere attempt at doing my morning pages every day. I was not 100% successful at the last bit, but it’s better than the big fat nothing I did in February, and today (Monday) I woke up and did my morning pages first thing – a good start to the week, if I do say so myself!
Since last week was supposed to be my triumphant return to the process of The Artist’s Way and my creative process in general, I spent a lot of time thinking about how I should spend the time I had set aside for my Artist’s Date. Honestly, I was at a loss – I didn’t feel like doing anything quite yet, and it’s hard enough to figure out what to do with these things as it is. I was toying with the idea of visiting a few different museums and galleries, including the Noyes in Oceanville and some of the galleries I like in New Hope. Both of these options involved long-ish drives and I couldn’t muster the enthusiasm or the energy I needed to actually pull them off – not to mention they both would have been all day adventures, and, well, blah. It wasn’t what I needed for my first week back, but figuring out what I did need was proving to be impossible.
The end of the week was quickly approaching by this point. I was running out of time.
Thursday night, I was getting ready to go to bed when my fiance, Chris, walked past my studio/office and offhandedly remarked, possibly more to one of the cats than to me, “Oh, it’s Kari’s Wasteland…”
I knew how I would be spending my Artist’s Date.
In its current condition, my studio was nothing short of a mess. I was mid-project on about 10 different pieces, there was stuff everywhere, and the cats had knocked just about everything that was standing onto its side. I hadn’t gone in that space – let alone moved or used anything in it – for weeks. It looked as if it had been abandoned. Deserted. Left for dead.
I often parallel my Artist’s Dates with the actual process of dating – it’s like investing time and resources into my inner artist so that she’ll like me and stick around. It’s not quite as arbitrary than that, but I do think I’m wooing a part of my that has been stifled for quite a long time. At this rate, I realized, I was dating this inner-girl and hoping she wold come home with me, to my messy and unorganized studio, and want to stay. It’s like the guy who brings you back to his apartment and you have to step over the laundry-strewn floor and move pizza boxes just to sit on the couch – when he tries to make out with you, you’re sure your hair will end up in an old container of chinese takeout and there’s no way his sheets have been washed in the last decade. Have. To. Get. Out.
I realized I was being that guy. There was no way I would end up feeling inspired or encouraged to finish or start projects with my creative space looking the way that it did.
This it what my studio looked like before (right).