I don’t make art to become an artist of the norm.
If you know me, you might know that I choose to engage in many forms of art from music, dance, burlesque to visual arts, to say a few. Having a multi-talent and a huge interest to life and art has been a challenge in our society which usually respects having only one thing you master and become perfect in that. I’ve had to work my way through questioning beliefs about playing around between many art forms. Should I just focus on something? Why paint if I never became a masterfully skilled painter?
But the thing is – I don’t make art for perfection.
I don’t believe art is about perfection.
Art is about mastering your own, unique expression.
I believe art is to be an expression of the soul’s passion and true origin. I want to experience, I want to feel, to pulse and be alive.
It is a journey and an eco-system. We evolve and go through things. We learn and change all the time.
I make art so that I can make my inner life real. I paint so that I can make visible what I feel, imagine and pulse for. I dance so that my body expresses the shapes that my spirit loves. I sing so that I can hear my true voice and step into my greatness.
I make art because it gives me pleasure. I practice many different things because it gives me pleasure to be able to express myself broadly. Artists must keep their fire always burning. We must make mistakes, feel alive, afraid, nervous to ignite something that burns, excites, tingles our nerves.
It is freakin' dangerous, RAW, unsafe and a wild ride.
Art guides me to become who I really am. It guides me to step into my big, iconic self. It screams to me if I start to fuck around trying to be perfect. And it is really vulnerable to open yourself fully out there. To show your inner world. Sometimes I feel ashamed, afraid, and when I walk through that I embody a new level of my expression and then it's just pure pleasure to be there. The agony and pleasure really are lovers that are both as needed to make our expression whole.
I used to play a videogame called Final Fantasy as a teenager and I would cry when the game came to an end. I would cry because I wanted to be in that world. I have always cried when my favorite fantasy games or scifi-movies end because it speaks to my soul.
Through being creative artist I am creating the environment I want to live in. Creating my own cellular structure and healing. It is not fixing, it is becoming whole.
Truly masterful art comes from practice, practice, practice combined with passion, soul and honesty. It is the fiery passion combined with our edges, flaws and mistakes. It is our vulnerable human selves exposed, lifting the veil.