I Once Was Found, But Now Am Lost
I used to surround myself with art and artists, going to dance concerts, the symphony, gallery strolls, exchanging essays, attending open mikes, listening to works in progress, sitting in black box theaters…
…and now I don’t. Not really, anyways. Maybe it was because I was in college then, surrounded by a frenetic, creative spirit and other young passionate artists, musicians, dancers and writers. In college, this is what you do, and these are the things you’re working on–you and your friends and everyone else. So maybe it’s easier to get wrapped up in innovation and aesthetics.
Or maybe I’ve just gotten lazy.
I went to my friend’s art show tonight. She wasn’t even at a point yet to be selling things, but wanted simply to show her work. There were other artists and designers, as well, and young tattooed and/or pregnant people, eating snacks and mingling.
And I was there, but it wasn’t the same as it once was. I didn’t feel a part of the creative whirlwind.
Perhaps there are some things which, once lost, can never be recaptured, moments in life so fragile they can’t be held…
Or maybe I’m just getting old.
I had this same moment…and still do. I used to study theatre and thought I wouldn ever fall out of love with it – but apparently, that’s just what’s happened! I know something else will come…so it’s the ride now which counts…Good luck on yours!
So glad I’m not the only one! I think I’m just in a sort of lull, but hopefully I can take a step back, reassess, and find what I’m truly passionate about at THIS point in my life. So far: reading and napping. Ha.
I’m right there with you lady. We could have a photo assignment together. Or do something. I just started a pottery class last night and I can’t describe to you how much joy it gave me. I miss all the madness I used to be involved with, but, like you, reading and napping (and gardening) are just the best things ever these days.
You could read a book about gardening, take a nap, have a dream about a pot you’d like to make, make that pot, and then plant something in it. FULL CIRCLE.
I miss “the madness,” (which you are still living, if you ask me), but I just feel this natural urge to turn inwards, and I think I should follow that. Like, if all that sounds good to me is staying home to read, write, and bake, then I’m going to do just that.
But with interstitial ladies’ nights, naturally.