I'm really picky when it comes to artwork. Not just my own, but the art of others. If I'm choosing a piece of art for my home, I will only choose what I feel is really worthy. Sounds snobish when I re-read that sentence but let me explain.
Worthy as in, far better than my own skill.
I can't as an artist buy art that I have the ability to create myself.
And once in awhile I find someones art (as I did this week) on Etsy that makes me question everything I do. I see their quality of work, the creative images they produce - large number of sold items. I check their website and compare myself delicately but also violently as I pick apart my own talent. It's crazy, or sounds crazy I know... but the expectations I hold over my own head are great, and I wouldn't have accomplished what I have without them. I know how deep I've sunk my painter roots, I also know that if I stretch a little further I can come out the other side of the proverbial terracotta pot.
I guess, that's what you call drive.
Believe it or not the New Year is fast approaching, and even though I'm not a resolution kind of gal I'm seeing one on the horizon. I need to do so much more than I am currently producing. There's no doubt about it, I see my flaws and count discrepancies. I am aware that I should be putting more effort into my Etsy shop, should be sketching actively instead of refusing to do so, and actually working in my studio instead of the dining room table.
I need to spend a wee more time on each painting instead of getting excited about starting another.
Quantity is not quality.
So what will the coming calendar hold? This November as I reflect I see all the success of this prior year. I am over the moon thankful, but it also leaves me hungry for more. There's that drive playing in again.
Do you find yourself reevaluating as well? Are you looking forward at the same time?
I reflect in November because, well, it's put on me to do so by the Thanksgiving holiday. I know that thankful doesn't just fall on one day, but every single day of our 365. It's a about being humble, greatful, and noticing those moments as much as you possibly can.
One should regularly meditate on themselves and their life I feel. Not too critically, but just enough to keep things interesting. The biggest thing I see, is that folks want want want but they don't go out and grab those said wants (and I'm not talking at the store). They hold back out of fear, out of lack of motivation, out of... well, sometimes I just can't figure it out. Excuses get you nowhere.
Unless it's valid, but excuses rarely are.
So be proactive, innovative, and motivated! Jump, leap, and allow the low points in between your highs to cause you to wonder what the fuck your doing with your life. Those down times that occur amid periods of activity, push you like a 3rd graders feet as you accidentally pass in front of their swing on the playground. You stand ready to take on anything that follows.
The best part about getting stuck, is the triumph of releasing from the cement.
What would you attempt if you knew you would not fail?
Why not do it anyways?