Artists Have Temperamental Inner Children She always wants to play...she is me. I understand clearly the frustration of a toddler as they fling themselves onto the floor crying and rolling around with frustration. I've been there MOST days. Wanting to be free to create but tethered to the responsibility that often time comes when being an adult. I still have not found a balanced work/ life harmony or place to reconciled the fact that this may be my ongoing struggle. But I look forward to the "letting go" very soon. I liken my life to baking a cake. You must measure accurately. You must have the right ingredients...but we all know the best cakes have a sprinkle of something extra that can't be named. The cakes are LOVED into existence! I don't normally negotiate with toddlers as they can be unwavering terrorists when trying to get their needs met. My inner child refuses to negotiate with me either and gets her way many times. I have missed and been awaken from a sound sleep at an ungodly hour, typically the hour of the creatives, to paint or quilt or sketch or simply document an artistic moment to come. I've been likened to a bird seemingly flitting from place to place but trust that it's all purposeful flitting and flying. I ALWAYS want to make my art or write...but sometimes I have to rock the inner toddler to a level of comfort so we can play another day. #Kottaveiinflux #KottaveiInResidence #ArtmakingPractice #BlackWomen #BlackWoman #IncubateGrowEvolve
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