If I am being totally honest, I am uncomfortable with my inability to create and it’s been going on for a prolonged period of time. If I had words, or were able to work through the many feelings I am experiencing while I share this in a post, then I’d probably/definitely be painting.
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Part of the problem with blogging is needing that “topic“ and since art is not happening-neither is this blog. I can’t say I feel apologetic, it’s a sensation of frustration, exasperation and uncomfortable (there’s that word again) in my own skin. When I don’t make art, I am not happy.
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Art is who I am. What I identify as. Me. I am ValerieDowdyArt.
Who or what is this wall or shell that I have built around me and why am I existing, or maybe it is hiding behind? I am not a wimpy landscape, watercolor wash, sort of creator. My art is, and always been, bold, colorful, daring and unique, right??
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So…..W. T. F??
What the actual fuck, sigh….I’ll keep gardening and my work from home side job conquering quickbooks.
Until next time, take care and be safe.
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Peace, Valerie