Artists Block

When I was a child I always considered myself an artist. There was no question about it, I knew I was an artist. It’s what made me feel happy, relaxed, and alive. (I know that’s dramatic) When I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, the answer was always the same. In elementary school I hated my art teacher, she was sarcastic (which is really confusing for a 7 year old) and even down right mean. Despite her being the worst, art was still my favorite subject. I specifically remember a lesson she did on Charles Schultz. We watched a documentary on his life and the creation process of The Peanuts. We then had to create our own cartoon character and design a comic strip. I created a character name Molly Pod. She was a ten year old girl with a very Pippy-Longstocking-like style. I drew Molly Pod for years.
I pursued art in high school and college and stayed relatively confident in my skill. Sure, I had peers with more refined skills or more original ideas, but it didn’t seems to really bother me. I was part of an elite AP studio art program in high school, which meant I had multiple art classes a day. Most importantly, that meant I had multiple opportunities to relax and be creative. I even thought very seriously about becoming an art teacher- but let’s be real guys, I would HATE teaching.
Now, as an adult in a career outside of the art industry, painting, drawing, and creating aren’t usually at the forefront of my mind. I’ve been in a rut for longer than I’d like to admit. Artists block, if you will. I’ve felt really uninspired, un-creative, and apathetic towards creating art. Which honestly makes me feel pretty crappy about myself. Even when I’ve been given great opportunities to create, I just don’t want to.IMG_0866(1990’s couch pattern inspired by my planner)IMG_0865
Fast forward to two weeks ago- I’ve been forcing myself to doodle a little everyday, even when I don’t want to. Sometimes it’s in a sketchbook and sometimes it’s just on a post-it at work. I have a few creative ideas floating around in my head, ready to be worked out on paper. So, maybe I’m on my way out of the rut? I don’t want to speak too soon, but I think the discipline of intentionally drawing/doodling/creating is helping.

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