Creating Something New

This will be a journal exposing how difficult and rewarding it is to exist in this era as an artist while documenting the journey to discovering a new art form.

Welcome to my first blog post.

I find that in this twenty first century with the introduction of mass communication in the form of internet trying to create something genuinely unique is nearly impossible.

In today's world it almost seems like everyone and their cousin are making and posting some type of content. Youtube has morphed from a video platform to financing their own shows. The need for entertainment seems to be at an all time high with the connected generation. In the last ten years we have seen the term 'Influencer' go from being a verb to becoming a career. With this instant connection of the world increasing everyday more and more people are putting the things they are passionate about online for all to see. I find this process of exposing my art to a large audience terrifying but well worth the birth of a new art form. I have only taken one art history class and I know not about how art evolved and will never claim nor care. The only constant in any new art, to me, is the artist themselves. A new perspective is more refreshing and gratifying then the monotonous repetition I feel every time I slosh through my streaming service. I will always admit that I get a cringe of jealously frequently when I watch films I can only wish to be apart of.

Create Relevant Content

I choose to use my creativity to make something that feeds my soul. Since I was young my connection to nature was heavily influenced by living on a rural ranch for years of birth to ten. My friends were the dogs that trotted down the indented dirt road alongside me as I rehearsed my acceptance speeches for various acting awards. My human friends helped me climb trees and pretend to fly among the clouds as if we were pilots entangled in branches. The closest neighbor was 20 or more miles away and the only thing I could see from the front porch were the various ranching buildings that comprised what I now see as a commune of one family. That was the most free I ever felt and I chase that feeling every week when I go into nature.

Every week I make sure I touch a tree or feel the mud alongside the river. I connect with the earth and this art form of pressed petals is how I free my faerie soul from it's human confines. I cannot fly but I can live among the flowers.