Sometimes I feel like art is less about directing creative energy, and more about getting out of the way. Allowing it to come to life just as it wants to. It becomes a lot like giving birth. You can set up the safe space or structure for when creativity arrives, but the artist is simply the vessel to channel it.
In a world where we are inundated by idealized perfection perpetuated by social media, TV, advertising, etc. sometimes it’s hard not to hold ourselves up to some unrealistic standard and ask ourselves the question: “Am I Enough?”. I myself have had a bad habit of measuring my self worth by what I accomplish and the level of success of those things. Its taken a lot of work to get comfortable with who I am and recognize that I am not what I do. But I still have days where I can’t help but compare myself to others, especially those who are doing the things I want to be doing, successfully…
