A sabbatical is an extended period of leave from one’s work, especially for rest, to acquire new skills or engage in training. In my case, this sabbatical from my art profession is being undertaken with the intention of gaining a greater perspective about myself as an artist. It’s also about being able to engage with art outside of the one dimensional approach I often take.
Over the course of the past several years, perhaps since I graduated from art school, my relationship with art has increasingly become more and more toxic. I have used this creative talent for many things… to impress others, to feel accepted, to be validated, to feel secure in my skin, for recognition, for self-acceptance, and the list goes on and on.
I expected my art to give, give, give me whatever I wanted, whatever I needed from it. I even expected it to save me from myself at times. I have used this part of myself for so long, for so many of the wrong reasons, that I no longer know why I create the work that I do. In fact, creating new work has become such a hallow and numbing experience for me that I have avoided it at all costs.
The creative process today reminds me only of all that I have done to destroy my creative spirit. I don’t know what my creative self has to say anymore. I don’t know why I create the work I do.
Perhaps this experience is typical for other artists, maybe not, but it really doesn’t matter one way or the other. This is my experience, right here, right now, today… and I’m being honest with myself on a level I have not before.
I debated whether or not to share this online. It’s easy to let the voices within convince me that I should be ashamed, that I’m selling out, that I’m giving up, that I no longer am an artist because I’ve closed up shop and I’m no longing producing work in the traditional sense.
But the truth of the matter is that I’m taking care of this part of myself, my creative self, before there is nothing left to take care of. The time has come for an intervention. I’m facing the truth about how I abused my own gift and talent and the consequences that followed as a result of doing so.
So, the studio is almost done being packed away, all my files shredded, supplies no longer needed thrown out with the daily trash. And you know what, I don’t miss it. It’s actually been a cathartic experience for me. I’m letting go the dysfunction and opening myself up for true healing to begin.
I’m not sure how long this sabbatical is going to go on, but I’m planning it to last until the end of the year, at which point I will evaluate where I am. I’m also not placing restrictions on myself. If I feel creative one afternoon and I want to work on some art I am allowing myself to do so. I have packed everything away in a manner which makes it easily accessible for such moments of inspiration.
The underlying intention here is to simply remain open, because when we remain open to change, that is when we often grow the most.
Yes, I will still continue to write here on my blog through this process, just incase you were wondering. I’m certain the insights I have along the way will provide for some great reading.
I'll close today with a quote by Po Bronson that sort of puts all of this into perspective for me... It's not
what you do that defines you nearly as much as what you
overcame to get there that shapes you.