Tuesday 3 July 2012

HOPE




I am feeling defeated at this juncture in my short artistic career and I wanted to share that with my readers. I hope by sharing honestly about the self-doubt I experience as an artist, that I can help others who maybe experiencing the same lack of confidence. Frequently I go through what I call experiencing the agony of uncertainty; this is usually directly linked to my baby artist feeling frightened and insecure.

I am facing one of these times right now and unfortunately I have broken a cardinal rule by comparing myself to another successful jeweller who is also running her own business. It is funny how my inner critic omitted the fact that she has built her business up over four years, obviously has the access to the finances she needs and the support of her husband, who is her business partner.

I have decided to put into place a few tools to combat my negative thinking. When I did a course in "discovering and recoverin my creative self", via The Artist Way, I learnt to believe in the beauty of my own dreams as opposed to those of another artists. I learnt to keep pursing them no matter what obstacles were put in my path. The next thing I learnt to do is use one of my favourite quotes from the book “don’t say why me, say what’s next”, which always seems to help give me back my resolve. Armed with those tools under my belt I have decided to ask other jewellers what they have done to become successful.

I am now armed with all the tools to triumph over my inner critic and keep moving forward, and sharing it with you has helped release the fear and pain. I would like to thank you for taking the time to read this post. I sincerely hope this has helped you remember to keep believing in yourself and the beauty of your dreams.



May you be blessed with the spirit of the creative!



Embrace

Yellow light moving under dull skin
Like cold stone in a summers dance

Taking the whispers of this life to embrace
Seeping through the cracks of light left behind
Negative diversion in the shadows that transpire in my mind

A love escaping the fallen breath left behind

Left by a forgotten lover

With tender reflection and forgotten sentient

An eclipsed life left to be lived
in an embrace
By Amy Jane