A lot of us like to call it an art block. Times when you don’t know what to create. Creativity seems to elude you, ideas won’t come and repetition seems dreadfully boring. Some of us succumb to this feeling of boredom, agitation and empty thoughts. They are not able to create a fire with the short sparks of inspirations that come and go. So they wait, hoping that one day one of those sparks is going to be hot enough to light up their insights in a blaze of creativity and motivation.
Others decide to fight this block. They try do dig under it and build ladders to be able to pass the cold wall that towers in front of them. They do not stand still, they simply put their energy into something they CAN change.
But what if this block, this wall seems omnipresent and never changing. What if you, for some reason can’t seem to be able to find a way past it?
Sometimes I wonder if I am even allowed to call myself an artist. I used to draw more, experiment with painting and write. Most importantly, however, I was able to dream. Nearly every second my head was not occupied with something else, I dreamed. I created whole worlds in my head, invented creatures and races and researched to mix fantasy and magic with logic. And yet, after all this time spent imagining and creating, my flames seemed to slowly go out.
I began to notice it around my graduation from school, I was 19 then I believe. For a while I thought it was simply a side effect of my life changing but with time it got worse. I didn’t dream anymore when I was sitting by the window alone in my room. Walks were spent drowning out my thoughts with music where it was once used to fuel my flame. I stared at blank sheets of paper and empty screens for longer than I care to admit.
And every time I did not create or get better, I felt lazy and undeserving. I thought, if others can do this what is hindering me to do the same?
I believe there are several reasons for this. I have thought long and hard about why on earth I had no longer the freedom to create with my thoughts.
But that’s exactly it, missing freedom.
It is not that I have lost my creativity or my drive to create. I would not have started this blog if I did. I would not still carry my sketchbook nearly everywhere I go, no matter if I use it or not. The will is still there. The need never left. The worlds in my head are not gone.
What happened instead is that I stuffed my head to the brim with something else. My understanding was that I had to do this, that it was expected of me. However, now that I have filled my head with worries, I neither feel like an adult, nor like a fulfilled creator.
In a way this is not dissimilar to what I talked about in my previous post called The Art of Struggle. This is what I mean when I am talking about that struggles and suffering can hold us back. It can hold us back, not only in our creative processes but in every aspect in our lives.
Let me give an example. When I was younger, and I did not understand for a really long time, my stepdad once told me, “The chaos in your room is a representation of the chaos in your mind.”. I hated him for saying that. My room was a horrible mess and I could not see how the one had anything to do with the other. Now, over ten years later, I think I understand. For me, what he said means that, when your head is so full and in such disarray then there is no space for other things. It simply means that somewhere, with something you are overwhelmed. In my experience, when that happens it can be very difficult to focus on anything else.
Maybe this is where people like me have to do our first step. I asked why others were able to overcome these phases while I struggled with it over and over again. The first step, I believe, is to give what you want to do space.
Make it important.
Make it important enough that you clean one side of your desk to be able to draw. Make it important enough to at least try and write a few words a day. Make it important enough to take a few minutes out of your day to do a workout. This might be daunting, I know, I don’t always manage to take my own advice either. But simply trying to can go a long way.
My second step would be to set yourself some goals. Tiny, tiny goals. Goals you know you can easily achieve! Mine is to write at least 500 words a day and right now I am at 858 words. I know I can do 500 words, they are nothing! Well, actually, they are something and something is everything.
You don’t have to be perfect, strive for better than yesterday instead.
I suppose my last advice would be to attempt and make a habit out of trying. For me this is the hardest one. Why? Because some days it takes no effort at all to make something important and to create a space for actually doing it. However, some days simply feel impossible. That is why making a habit out of trying can be such a difficult task. A lot of the time art, sports and all the other things that are hard but so rewarding seem less important. So we slip up. We let ourselves go and fill the spot we just freed up with new worries, with other tasks that seem so much more urgent.
I am guilty of that but I am going to keep on trying to try until there is no way for me not to.
So yes, despite questioning myself over and over again, I do believe I can call myself an artist.
Let’s do our best to try and get better every day.