The Starving Artist and a Creative Process
The only thing I’m starving for is new and fresh ideas. I’m always hungry to learn and work in the studio. Being an artist looks different for everyone; and no, you don’t have to starve. Welcome to my little slice of space where I’m going to think about my creative process and being an artist in the modern, late stage capitalistic society we live in.
A Sacred place…
I step into my studio and follow every single creative impulse that comes to me. I internally zoom in all the way to my inner core and imaging it glowing. There is nothing that exists outside of my Studio. My Studio is a sacred entity that lives and breathes just like me. A vessel of space that contains my tools, (mother) Earth, and a level of safety and security that allows me to soar into the deepest corners of my imagination. Judgement does not exist in this space, at least not at this
particular time, as it will not offer anything efficient or productive. Curiosity is worshiped and always the goal. There is no such thing as a dumb idea in this space. If ideas were judged and abandoned before they came to their finished state, then nothing original could have ever been created. I hold my mistakes and curiosities in high regard in the studio. My Studio is my vessel of time and space in this universe to engage in a serious form of play, experimentation and expression.
My Studio is my temple, it houses the rituals of my creative practice and incubates my ideas. Ideas and artwork are nurtured and birthed in this womb of a place. I honor and tend to my studio in a way that feels intuitive and spiritual. I value my relationship with my studio the same way I value my relationships with my creative process, my tools and my peers.
