And So It Begins...

I’m going to be honest. I’ve fallen out of love with design.

It happened slowly and quietly, as these things tend to do. This is a very concise way to sum up a very intricately woven predicament. One that has left me twisting in the wind. This isn't the end of the story, more like the messy middle. Even the beginning of the next leg of the journey. Things are unclear. But what I do know and what I still have, is determination. A willful desire to find what thread to pull on next.

Part of that is sitting here writing to you. I’ve wanted to do this forever, but never quite nailed it down and followed through. But then it hit me. I need this to exist outside of my body and mind. All of this mess needs to be set free to reshuffle itself into what it will become. So why not share this process? Why not open up and invite others in? Maybe people can learn with me, or better yet share ideas. Even better still, feel less alone.

The creative life is a wild mystery with many twists and turns. The archetype of an artist is a sort of recluse that goes away for a time and comes back with some stroke of genius. But most don’t show behind the curtain. How long were they locked away wrestling with their ideas? What if we talked about the in between? The time when you are unsure but you just keep chewing on things. The insecurity and fear before, during, and after.

So that is what I am going to do. Share this process without a plan. Not only the things I’m wrestling with, but the lessons I’ve learned thus far in hopes that they can be of service to others. I’m 20 years into this creative life and one thing I know for sure is listen to the whispers. It is your intuition calling. So this is me listening to mine and maybe somewhere along the way my next season will reveal itself.