I sprayed lavender water on my new Work Table to help iron out the creases. It’s in place and ready to use.
With all the new creative things happening with and around me, I feel like I’m retaking my creative vows.
Not that I have any doubts about how I want to spend my time. But sometimes I do get down on myself for not making a lot of money or not having the kind of work that has sick days and paid vacations, or health insurance. As if it’s a reflection on how responsible a person I am.
The idea of making a living as an artist is a relatively new one for me even though I’ve been doing it for almost 10 years. It’s good I live with someone who had been living the creative life for so long. Jon is quick to remind me that this life is my choice along with the ups and downs that go with it.
I have not entered this life blindly, I am truly grateful for it.
Grateful that I can spend my days in my own company, creating what I choose and sell it so easily right from my home.
The need to make a living actually helps keep me creative. If I didn’t need the money I might spend more time being less creative. Have more time to worry instead of work.
The idea of retaking my creative vows focusing around a new work table or an event is a nice one. And I believe in marking important events.
But I actually believe I retake my creative vows every time I sit down at my sewing machine to work. Each time I take a picture to post on my blog, or write a piece on my blog that has meaning. I’m doing it when I figure out a new way to sell my art that makes it better or easier for me and the person buying it.
My new Work Table is great, but useless if I don’t use it.
Every night when I leave my studio I bow to it and thank it. Every morning when I walk into my studio, I’m rededicating myself to my work, simply by doing it.