Thinking about Art. Part 1: What Art Means to Me

I admit, I have always taken art for granted.

I extensively studied music when I was younger and naively assumed that it would always be there as long as I had a piano available. (Spoiler alert: you actually have to USE the piano for it to work.) Adult life has a way of rearranging priorities and I continuously allow work and school to get in the way of my creative time until I notice myself slowly sinking into a black pit of despair.

Confession: In an attempt to reinvigorate my musical-ness I have acquired:

  • 1 Hammered Dulcimer (truthfully I already owned that)
  • 2 Guitars
  • 1 Harp
  • 1 Dobro
  • 1 Bodhran
  • 1 Mandolin
  • 1 Ukulele
  • Bones
  • Spoons
  • 2 pennywhistles
  • Piano (a pretty decent digital piano)

None of which I actually play. Ever.

And that truly saddens me. I need art. Art makes me feel human, joyful, and alive. My sanity level would increase exponentially if I actually took only 30 minutes a day to make music. I’d be less snappy and more patient. I’d be less pessimistic and less mood swing-y. I’d feel less tired and wrung out all the time.

Sewing does fill the void somewhat. But I don’t take the time to do that either!

I look at what other’s are sewing or listen to a group like The Piano Guys (check out their version of What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction) and I get mad, depressed, and frustrated because I don’t feel like I’m doing those things I’m meant to do. I make a resolution to fix myself and sew/play music/make something pretty every day and that lasts for about a week until I start giving excuses why I never have enough time to do it.

Those excuses are pure @#*(@$& and I know that. There is also plenty of time in the evening. I’ve calculated it. And yet I still don’t exercise my art.

If anyone has a brilliant idea on how to break that cycle DO tell.

Whether your artistic medium is paint, pencil, fabric, words, an instrument NEVER take it for granted. And do your best to never let it play second fiddle (pun intended) to all the other demands of life.

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