About a week ago, I finally started the first piece in a series I’ve had running through my head for a couple of months. A few days after I got it started, a friend of mine said something that hit a guilt/something or another button and I’ve had a hard time going back to the piece ever since.
See, the piece is one on breastfeeding. And, my friend said something like ‘It’s food, not magic’. Of course, it was in relation to something completely different than my art – a post about how the breast is best movement often shames moms who have to use formula. And, the post is absolutely right. My friend may even be right. But I’m literally painting a series about how breastmilk is magic. Every time I looked at it, I heard her voice an then walked away again. I’ve accomplished zero painting since I read it.
Until today. Today, I remembered that my art comes from my heart and spirit. It is my magic. It’s a visual of the things that run through my conscious and subconscious, the things that hit my feels in all the right (or wrong) ways, and what I find important. Sometimes that’s the free-spirited feeling of tiny fairy houses. Sometimes it’s a deeper but spirited piece on the universal magic women hold within their breasts for their tiny humans.
It doesn’t matter whether you’re a writer, an artist, a speaker…create from your own space. No one else belongs in that space – whether they try to put themselves there or whether you put them there yourself, as I did or as we all often do when we’re insecure about our work.
Be strong and fierce and unapologetic, wild one, even if you do it gently. Create something strong and from your own depths today.