An Artist’s Reflection of Their Path

Let’s talk about art, shall we?

A few weeks ago, I left another side job that wasn’t a good fit for me. That’s always scary. Especially when you’re an artist living in a new city.

I’ve been blessed over the years to consistently meet thriving creatives that allow me into whatever their space or project is-

for a moment,

for the day,

indefinitely.

I’ve recently been given some new artistic opportunities that have allowed me to work more in this creative space again.

(Far more than I have over the last few pandemic-fueled years anyway.)

Editing scripts for writers, helping produce projects for directors, writing shorts of my own, auditioning, and heading into the desert for a few photo shoots.

We are all constantly growing and changing, not just the artists, but the collective we. I have to imagine there is some greater form of connection in the universe that gives me clarity, that gives me financial security, that gives me creative WORK to do, when I am most in need of it.

It sends a sign that all is as it should be. Keep going.

I am not who I was when I took any of these pictures. I’m not even who I was this morning.

And I don’t know where the path is leading.

Just that I have to keep following it.

And to all you fellow creatives, the weird and wildly wonderful clowns of the world.

I see you and I am grateful for you.

Whether our paths crossed just for one moment, or over and over again.

I would not be here without you.

Keep creating. Keep following the path.

And I’ll meet you on it again.

In this lifetime.

Or the next.