I've been living in this loop of music, art, and writing since as long as I can remember. Sometimes I will get in "art mode". When my soul is moved to create visual art, I feel as though that is the only thing for me, that it was always and ever the only thing for me. I create something, maybe I don't. Or perhaps I am slowly eaten away by the urge left unattended. Then a week or two goes by. The urge dwindles and I listen to an old piece of music I wrote.
Suddenly I am captured by this swell of emotion that must be released onto the piano keys. What was I thinking?!? Music is the only thing for me, it is my life blood, my soul singing and echoing the heavens. I dash across the keys and lose myself in the haunting and relaxing melodies I create. After a week or two, the song fades on the wind and it is just a memory.
Then someone compliments my writing or I read a story that moves me. The writer inside my mind adds more ingredients to this story pot that simmers. The aroma awakens this hunger inside that screams "you are a writer evermore" and I live this waking dream of story. Dragons, mages, goddesses, elves, maidens, and magick. These delicious ideas all get thrown into the cauldron. Again, a week or two goes by my hunger subsides.
What will have me in its grip this week? I have applied to music school and got accepted based on my self-taught composition skills. My ego swells. I have taken art, illustration, and graphic design courses to which my professors tell me they love my work. I get caught up in that. Or the memories of my English professors' praise equally adds to the mix.
Currently I'm taking piano lessons with an amazing teacher. Having someone to play for every other week has kept the music in the for front. However, I was hoping taking this coaching visual artists course would help carve a place for visual art into my daily consciousness.
Writing I haven't worried too much about because the daily check-ins along with the writing for my blog seems to satisfy that muse. I feel her writing muscles grow stronger each day. She is okay to train her muscles this way, but I know she expects me to run that long distance marathon, or to climb that mountain. Some day, I promise her, some day.
In conclusion, I feel like this strange animal that can both fly, run, and swin. The phrase "use it or lose it" comes to mind a lot, and I need to find a way to live and do all three. Otherwise I feel alien or I get caught in those surges I mention above where all sanity is thrown aside to serve the specific muse.
Eric is big on people doing just one thing. In the basic training, I talked to him about it and had a client also trying to do a zillion things. He said the client (and indirectly me too) should stick with one thing to thus learn about the process of creating. I do wonder if I conveniently switch from one thing to the other when one gets difficult. But I still can't do just one thing. The surges of "music/art/writing is the only thing" are just too strong to ignore and say "sorry writing muse, I have to work on visual art today, only visual art."
My dream? To have a music studio, art studio, and fantasy book series all going at the same time. Am I crazy to want this? Perhaps... But it's something I've yearned for since I can remember.
Oh and the final straw is that I work in the corporate world surrounded by unhappy and/or toxic people. I see successful illustrator/artists making a living and I think "I could draw that! I could do that!" A good friend of mine does web design to pay his bills and is a composer at heart. I think "I could do that". Then I read articles I feel I could write. Couldn't I do that, too? So on top of the loop of three, add to it the desire to switch careers.
So here I am learning to coach others and thus learning to coach myself. I'm going to make this blog more personal than just straight out advice. How I apply the things I learn will hoefully be valuable to everyone. In conclusion, my creativity matters. Your creativity matters. We are all unique and must express our visions, songs, dreams, and stories if only to ourselves.