I used to make things. Any free time I had, you’d find that my hands were covered in something—clay, sawdust, glue, paint, ink. There is no perfect way to describe how you feel when you have the time (and resources) to just make.
Make art, mistakes, messes, anything.
And of course there’s nothing like having access to a woodworking studio, clay and kilns, and an empty screen printing studio like the ones we used in college. Those were the days, am I right, guys? These days I’m working, working out, cooking dinner and making lunch for tomorrow, then I look up and it’s almost midnight and the day is long gone. So I want to know:
How do you balance your work life with your creative life?
In the few years that I graduated from college, I haven’t found the sweet spot. Not yet. My time spent getting my hands dirty and making new work has diminished significantly and I want it back. I want that feeling back, the one you get when you see something you created come together just so. I have so many ideas in my head and stuck to my desk on colorful post-its, and I’m determined to make time for that work. My work.
I want to make some paintings and draw some type.
I want to unpack my sewing machine and that giant box of fabric that I’ve collected over the years, get my big jar of buttons down and make up something new.
“I want to make beautiful things, even if nobody cares, as opposed to ugly things. That’s my intent.” -Saul Bass