For the past several months, my studio time has taken a backseat to life. Not that I've been living in the fast lane, but it seems like this summer has flown by and my studio routine has flown out the window right along with it. I'm not upset about it in the least. I'm glad.
Life(and art) is what happens when you're making other plans.
Or, in my case, doing other things. I've spent the last 5 months taking trips out of town for joyous events in my 'children's' lives. I've spent many days watching my daughter perform, graduate with a master's and last but not least, be her travel partner on her new life road to L.A. I've also spent many days watching my granddaughter grow from baby to toddler and helped her learn to walk and talk.
Studio guilt? Or fear.
In the past, any change in my studio routine or creative process led to a lot of guilt and fear. My mind would reel with questions and accusations. How could I call myself an artist if I wasn't making art, constantly? How could I have pieces to show and sell, if I wasn't in the studio everyday? What would happen if I stopped making for any length of time? Would I never go back to my art? Would I, (oh no) become a 'hobbyist'?
Fear doesn't create art. Love does.
And love, also creates life and 'a life'. And I want it all. Yes I do.
And what I've found out by taking time off from the studio is this: work gets done. Really. Pieces get made, painted, bisqued, glazed and, yes, miracle of miracles, sold. Even while I'm on a road trip with my daughter to L.A.
My art waited for me, patiently. There on the shelves in my studio were pieces ready to be bisqued again. There were new pieces ready to be under glazed. There is a load in the kiln right now, waiting for me to unload it and get it ready for final glazing. Show labels are made and ready for my next show. And I know, next week, I'll be back in my studio with my hands in fresh clay again.
Surprisingly, I'm not feeling either guilt or fear. My life is and always has been about making whether it's making an ad, a family or a new piece of art. It's not the thing that matters, it's the heart. And, I truly believe, there is no art(or life) without it.