When it comes to being creative time and experience have taught me that I have absolutely nothing to fear. If there is an art form that I’m not trained in I happily push forward, fearlessly willing to encounter any new creative experience, because I know it will bring me joy. On the other side of the coin there are new events of non-artistic expression that leave me wedged in fear, and that cold fact can be hard to swallow.
For example back in March I went skiing for the first time. Skiing is something that I have desired to explore for a very long time. So I dressed in a puffy, poufy, electric blue jump suit, I strapped on my constrictive ski boots, grabbed my poles and hit the snow… And instead of the soul happy feelings I get when exploring new creative ventures, I was petrified by anxiety. I’m sure it didn’t help that the only thought running through my head before, during, and after my first skiing exploration was the tragic death of Sonny Bono. But when my ski’s touched the snow I had no “control”. I was slipping and sliding and falling in more ways than one… Frozen in frustration that every attempt to move forward on the slushy ice was a pointless effort. I was going nowhere fast. Tears began to glide down the slopes of my cheeks as a profound annoyance captured my core.
So my question, why do I get trapped in fear with some new experiences and relish in pleasure with others?
"Design is conceived when an inherent need to be creative manifests itself into physical or visual form."