I struggled creatively throughout the pandemic. This isn’t a revelation. It’s a confession.
Those who follow this blog or my social media may recall posts explaining how hard it was for me to pick up a paintbrush. It began with the lockdown, but the feeling persisted. I had to reinvent myself as an artistic individual and, to a degree, it worked.
In a strange turn of events, my inability to paint resulted in one of my most creative periods. You may recall that I devoted a large amount of time to recreating and photographing art historical and pop culture parodies known as #CovidClassics. I also started The Wandering Art Historian YouTube channel with dozens of “edutainment” style videos anyone can access for free. I wasn’t painting, but I was productive and creative in other mediums.
Throughout all this productivity, one question haunted me… who was I as an artist? Of course, that question leads to a myriad of questions concerning the artmaking process but the one I was really focused on was… what does an authentic Adrienne H. Lee piece of art look like?
When a creative person starts down that rabbit hole, it’s not long before imposter syndrome sets in, and I question if I am an artist at all. How did I get away with fooling people – and myself – for so long?
While I was questioning what it meant to be an artist, I dabbled in intuitive painting, and it helped a bit. Still, I kept coming back to the concept of authenticity. I’ve given dozens of lectures over the years and taught a bunch of classes about artists who changed the direction of the art world or who changed the way in which we see and experience art. I have researched, studied, and talked about artists practicing authenticity in their work, but as an artist myself, had I ever done the same?
If necessity is the mother of invention, then authenticity is the mother of reinvention. It was time to reinvent myself again and in 2021, I set out on a journey toward artistic authenticity. I decided I would create a piece of art that was wholly authentic – no one else on the planet could create this piece of art but me. I felt the need to act with urgency. If I didn’t do it now, I might never do it. Worse yet, I might talk myself out of doing it. Could I live with myself if I passed up the chance to create one piece of truly authentic art?
I knew the road to an authentic piece of art would be long and arduous. I also knew it would require me to be utterly vulnerable if I was to create something entirely genuine. I realized early in the process that to create this authentic piece of art, I would (once again) need to learn a new medium, so I did.
It has been a challenging adventure, and now, more than two and a half years later, I am ready to share this artwork with you. I have never been more sure about a piece of art in my life. This thing that I am about to unleash upon the world is truly me, a genuine Adrienne H. Lee original. I have done what I set out to do and now I want to share it with you.
Thank you for your patience with me.
Some people wish for a fairytale ending. For me, the fairy tale is only the beginning.
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Your poem is absolutely beautiful and so powerful.
As women and natural nurturers, it takes us so long and is seemingly so difficult for us to give ourselves permission to take care of ourselves. And if we don’t take care of ourselves, how can we heal the world.
Tikkun Olam
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Thank you, Sandy. And you are so right… how can we help/love others when we cannot help/love ourselves???
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Adrienne’s poem is power to pursue daily changes in lives as we evolve!
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