Sometimes I spend too much time thinking. I've been awake for two hours just lying in bed, thinking.
I realized it's been a very, very long time since I've created some kind of art. I use the word art here to mean a very specific thing because I've very rarely considered myself an artist. I know some people would probably be surprised to hear that but it's true. I have minimal skills in drawing, painting, writing, creating. I think true artists make themselves vulnerable by unveiling their deepest thoughts, hopes, desires, pains, joys, FEELINGS in their work. And I think that's why I don't consider myself an artist. Yes, I can occasionally make things that look pretty but what story does that tell? I think true artists are storytellers in their respective medium.* And this is where I have always come up short. I do not make art because I am scared to tell my story. I am afraid of making myself vulnerable. I am trying to let go of that fear. I am trying to find that girl who saw beauty or pieces of beauty in everything around her.
There was a period in high school where I considered an artist. My work wasn't always pretty but it always told a story, my story. I would make collages and paintings and sketches. I wrote love poems using only words from spam emails. I made intricate drawings on index cards that I would give to friends and drew pictures on biology tests that my teacher always looked forward to. I rewrote scripts and had leading roles in plays and musicals. I won state awards for writing. And I told my story over and over again in different ways. Because I wanted people to know me. Because I thought I was worth knowing.
I'm trying to find that girl again. I know she and I are the same so she's somewhere inside. Sometimes I can hear her beating in the walls of my heart, a longing to get out, a very real ache in my chest. I just need to get her flowing through my veins again.
*(I recognize this personal definition of "artist" will not resonate with everyone, though I think most people would agree to some extent.)
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