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The Artist Who Lost Her Way

21/1/2018

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One day, all those years spent making things purely to please other people took their toll.

​ The artist {who thought she wasn’t an artist} began to experience numbness in her right hand. 

The artist {who thought she wasn’t an artist} had spent thousands of hours on her computer designing handsome corporate identities and websites for other people. 

The artist {who thought she wasn’t an artist} had spent many hundreds of days with pliers in her hand, making attractive jewellery for other people to wear.

But all the while, she secretly longed to be an artist. 

She dreamed of being an artist. 

She had lots of pastels and paints and brushes and pads. 

But, whenever she tried to make art, she hated what she created. 

This made her hate herself and feel even less like an artist.

And so she told herself she wasn’t an artist. And that really she didn’t make art.

Still she went to bed at night dreaming of being an artist, and feeling so sad that another day had gone by without her making any art.

One day she woke up and her whole right arm and hand were completely numb. She couldn’t feel a thing.

Soon the numbness gave way to intense pain in her shoulder and right down her arm.

And so it was that the artist {who thought she wasn’t an artist}, realised that the time had come. She couldn’t carry on burning herself out for other people. She needed to rebuild her life in a different shape.
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A short while later, by way of recuperation, the artist {who thought she wasn’t an artist} decided to go to visit her family and bored, one afternoon, she drifted into a book shop. 

Waiting for her on the shelf, she found a book called The Artist’s Way.

The title called to her. How could it not? 

For was she not an artist who had lost her way?

And so she bought the book and began to work with the lessons.
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A short while later still, it was the turn of her beloved to go on a trip.

When he returned, he brought a gift for the artist {who thought she wasn’t an artist}. It was a thick, handsome, gloriously empty, leather book.

The book was quite the most beautiful gift anyone had ever given her. As soon as she saw it, the artist {who thought she wasn’t an artist} knew what she wanted to do with it. She wanted to fill it with collage. 

So the artist {who thought she wasn’t an artist} began to dig through her drawers and cupboards looking for materials to use to fill her handsome book with collages.

And as she dug, to her surprise she began to discover many, many small artworks. 

Years of art she made when she believed she ’wasn’t making any’: 
  • abstracts scribbled in her journals
  • copies of paintings done by masters she admired
  • pastels on paper slipped between the back pages of sketchbooks
  • photographs she’d digitally altered and printed
  • patterns done with glass paint on transparencies

Hundreds of sheets of paper done over years, sometimes painstakingly, sometimes frantically, always put away without acknowledgement.

The artist {who thought she wasn’t an artist} began to fill the beautiful leather journal with collages made from all the artworks she made when she wasn’t making any.

Day by day, week by week, the book got fatter and fatter as the pages filled. 

She loved the growing fatness of that book. It felt pregnant with creative ideas. It sang to her that all those years hadn’t been barren of art after all.

And the more she filled the pages, the more she was forced to admit that she was an artist. That she’d always been an artist. That ‘not being an artist’ was just not an option. That it didn’t matter how much she hated or hid her work, she’d still be an artist. Because that’s who she was.

And so the the artist who realised she was an artist began the slow journey of piecing together her artistic identity, of developing her practice, and honing her creative voice.

And gradually, sometimes painfully, often joyfully, the artist came to embody her destiny and make her art. 

And never again did she say to herself that she wasn’t an artist.

The artist {who thought she wasn’t an artist} is me.
Is s/he you too?

If you need help becoming the artist you secretly dream of being, let me help. ​

© Author: Cherry Jeffs



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9 Comments
Andy
22/1/2018 08:39:26 pm

Great story and very inspiring. Thank you for sharing it! Gives me hope...

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Cherry Jeffs link
24/1/2018 04:09:48 pm

You're welcome Andy! Sometimes hope is all it takes!

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Don
29/1/2018 01:58:07 pm

I love this story. Th numbness in the right hand which builds because it is ignored is a wonderful metaphor for how I numbed myself to try to avoid the pain I felt from not creating. It didn't work. But yes, there is hope. Many people have made the difficult transition to realizing they are an artist. These people are available to guide and inspire us when we are struggling and still suffering from numbness..

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Cherry Jeffs link
29/1/2018 03:33:01 pm

Wow Don, I hadn't thought of the numbness as a metaphor! That would have made the story even more powerful. And perhaps it's even more than a metaphor. Perhaps it's a bodily manifestation of the emotional feeling?

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Don
29/1/2018 03:56:29 pm

Yes to the bodily manifestation and metaphor. Makes for a powerful story I'm guessing many of your readers can relate to, right readers?

Hanna McCown link
30/1/2018 03:03:15 pm

Wow Cherry this is a beautiful piece. I totally relate to this. The pain I feel in my soul and body when I am not creating. The wonder I felt when I went through all the journals I had kept through the years even when i thought I wasn't really journaling. The stories I had written and the drawings I found in them as though someone else had done them. The realization that I am an artist and a writer and that I need to celebrate and make room for that part of me. Because it is who I am. Thank you for this piece and for all your encouragement.

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Cherry Jeffs link
30/1/2018 06:13:01 pm

Oh Hanna, that's so moving to hear someone else had that same experience of finding all those creations. I love how you describe them 'as though someone else had done them'! I'd love to hear what changed in your life to help you embrace who you are as a writer and artist?

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Nela Dunato link
19/2/2018 08:50:47 am

Beautiful story, Cherry.
I can resonate with how the old art seems much better and worthier in retrospect, than it did at the time. Like we've forgotten what the original idea was, and can appreciate it simply for what it is.

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Cherry link
21/2/2018 03:44:33 pm

Thank you for reading Nela :) Getting a bit of distance between ourselves and our creations is certainly a positive thing - but we shouldn't have to hide our art at the back of the cupboard to get it ;)

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