Monster Monday. Oil on canvas 18x24”. Circa December 2020 . Original SOLD.
It’s incredible to have collectors of my work
It’s even more incredible to read how much it means to them.
This piece joined a special collection and I couldn't have picked a better home for it.
"I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living." -Anais Nin
When I shook myself loose of the endless digital demands of my attention this morning
I felt overwhelmed.
I felt small in the face of all the stuff that is competing for my attention.
I felt uninspired and my spark for creative work, which is an absolute force - no fragile thing at the best of the times, was all but burned out for the day.
So I’ve taken to social media to complain about social media. When I decided to share my work in 2020, I had no idea the success or the flood of business related activity that would come along with it.
Sometimes I’m over the wave and you see a lot of me. I’ve got a handle things.
But, sometimes I’m under the wave. The wave of obligations, emails, constant noise of social media that can drown my own voice if I’m not careful.
I do not believe we are hard wired to take in this much information.
The flood of news from war torn corners of the world, the constant tinnitus of the latest health scares, the fear that I won’t be able to keep up with everything that sets my heart on fire. The fear that one day I’ll be too paralyzed to even start.
These are the days where I am grateful for flow. All I need to do is get to the easel and the wave that has me… takes me to shore.
The wave is always there.
But I refuse to stop showing up.
And so should you.
Keep fighting the good fight.
…But only the fights that need fighting.
Sometimes it helps to just know you’re not alone and this is a common struggle.
The struggle to wrestle the limited time and attention I have away from the scope creep of everything else is real. Art is my way of navigating the deeper waters.
You are not alone, and you got this.
Go pick up that paintbrush.
I'm in the process of transferring all my instagram posts to blog form- As promised,
The original caption for this piece:
“We all build internal sea walls to keep at bay the sadnesses of life. We build these walls stone by stone over a lifetime. One problem is to construct a barrier of such height that one has a harbor, a sanctuary away from pain, yet low enough and permeable enough to let in fresh seawater to fend off the inclination toward brackishness. “- Kay Jamison .
Here’s to being a brackish girl.
Even if just one person can understand what I’m feeling on any one painting or even sometimes an errant but clean repurposed napkin if it’s all I have at the time— that makes me feel just a little bit less alone and makes those monsters I’ve made for myself a little less so. 🦑.
After 32 years, I realize not letting myself be seen, not saying what I have to say is perhaps the most isolating thing I could possibly do with my work.
Thank you. Thank you for reading. Thank you for looking.
Thank you, maybe, just maybe, for feeling this with me.✌🏻.
Aliza and Her Monsters