What I wrote recently is so true. If I could work 8 hours a
day with no interruptions I could make more head way. And if I had a studio
away from home I could do this. And if I had money I could do this. And if I
were really willing to put me and my art first I COULD DO THIS. But I’m a mom. I’m a wife. I’m a daughter
with a mom with Alzheimer.
Thus goes every
woman’s dilemma. Job or husband. Job or child. Job or family. Choices.
Decisions. Roles. Tradition. Life. I am trying to use my skills and talent for
God. I’m trying to do all I can with my art for me without stepping on anyone
else. It’s hard to not be totally selfish when you have this drive to create
and be imaginative. I used it as a wife and mother but now I just want to
create for the sake of creating and finding new ways to do things that have
been done for years. How can I make the
figure of a woman in today’s society be interesting and intriguing? How can I
do it without copying someone else? How can I find a “fresh” look? It takes
lots of practice, dedication, experimentation and time. That word is often the
woman’s number one adversary or ally. TIME. She either has lots of it or little
at all for her own needs, pursuits and interests. So how can she possibly
improve on talent? How can she grow as an artist? How can she become ALL she
wants to become? It is the 21st century. It is possible for a woman
to do it all. But no one has more than 24 hours per day. No one has total
control over those 24 hours and no one is able to be selfish with those hours
without having others question her choices and decisions. The plight of woman
has always been this way. Is this really 2015? Are we still living down the
street from the Cleavers? I’m just not sure. I wish someone could explain it to
me. To the world. If a woman has a career, she is supposed to be doing it for
the good of the family or stay single and do what she wishes. But even with
that she eventually faces other obligations. Family needs. Aging parents or
aunts or siblings. Sadly, many times women do all these obligatory things and
by the time she has her life to herself, alone, she is either too old, too sick
or worn out with nothing left for her own interests.
Relic
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