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Let me preface this by saying that it’s been a tough week. I’m in the midst of many personal decisions in my life and after returning from vacation last week (that didn’t turn out to be as relaxing as I would have liked), I returned to a massive workload that kept me up until 4am two nights in a row.
With everything running through my mind at the moment, I’ve been struggling to find out what it is that inspires me. What is that one thing that will take me away from everything happening in my world and just let me be alone with myself for a solitary second.
It’s incredibly important to find that one thing in your life that you look forward to. The activity that inspires you to finish whatever you’re doing in order to start doing that one thing that brings you peace.
What I’ve always felt is that most people already know what their hobby is. They’ve been doing it for years. How hard can it be to have a hobby, right?
For some people it’s sitting down with a good book and drinking wine. I don’t have the attention span for that.
For some people it’s knitting. I don’t have the coordination for it. Really, I’ve tried.
For other people it could be exercising (no), pottery (tried it, no), or watching Law & Order with the family every night.
Well none of those things excite me for longer than the time they take to do them. Something that’s a true hobby should be something that you look forward to during the day, and something that makes everything else less in focus until you’ve had your time to do that one thing.
For the past couple of years, my hobby has been to try new things. That’s a terrible hobby and I’ll tell you why.
I used to think that there was nothing more fun than making the most out of your day. I still do, but it’s not the most relaxing activity. There’s driving, spending money, meeting new people and deciding whether or not the activity was enjoyable to you. It’s fun, but it’s not relaxing. Sometimes I need a break from all the excitement and just need a night on the couch watching movies with some hot chocolate.
And when someone asks me, “what do you like to do?” it’s also not the greatest answer.
“I like doing new things”.
How terribly vague.
I’ve tried pottery and I didn’t love it. I’ve tried knitting and I couldn’t do it. I’ve made my own clothes which is fun, but terribly stressful because I’ve never been able to afford a sewing machine that doesn’t constantly break the needles.
Cooking, I like cooking. If you follow me on Twitter, I tend to post pictures of the things I create in my kitchen. Still not my niche though. I cook for one and it’s not exactly gratifying.
With my inability to find something I love to do, I was considering taking up alcohol as a sport. Kidding.

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So, tonight around 9pm when I was done working, I had something of a manic episode where I needed to CREATE something. Nothing in particular, just anything. Then I remembered that I have three boxes of art supplies in my house that I haven’t touched since I moved last October.
The minute I pulled them off of their shelves, and even dug one out of the cobwebs in my garage, I felt good, and I remembered that I do have a hobby. Something about taking out those boxes got me high.. and excited.. and inspired.
For the next three hours I was cutting pictures out of books, ripping labels off of old prescriptions I have at my house, chopping old tubes of acrylics in half because they were too old and dry to open, and finding objects I could use in whatever mess I was putting together.

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I even found some old rubber letter stamps to incorporate. I couldn’t find an ink pad so I just used them with acrylics and I didn’t worry if the paint smudged or if the spacing was perfect. I used Mod Podge to glue everything together and didn’t use a paint brush, glue stick or anything other than my hands.
When I was done, I was inspired to create more. So much so that without even thinking, I threw on my bag and got in my car to drive somewhere that had an instant polaroid camera that, at the time, seemed absolutely necessary to my final production.
When all was said and done, I looked around at the pile of book cutouts, tubes of paint and other scattered paraphernalia and could not have been happier with the mess that I created. Something about taking a rectangle and compiling as much of your world into it as possible is relaxing to me.

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For me, making a multi-medium collage is the act of collecting all of my thoughts in one place. Once they’re there I can leave them and create new ones.
If you’re wondering where the heck the grand finale is - a photo of the collage - you’re going to be disappointed. The point of this blog isn’t to show off my new artwork, because it’s personal to me, and it doesn’t matter to me if anyone likes what I made. My point is just that I was inspired to do it in the first place.
I don’t know how I forgot that multi-medium collaging and painting was what I love to do. I still buy clearance books at the bookstore for the purpose of cutting things out of them. I still buy items out of the quarter machines and put them into a box labeled “things I’ll make something with”. I just forgot why I was still doing those things.

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Maybe one day my grandchildren will look at this thing I’ve created and wonder what the hidden meaning was behind covering all of the white space with handwriting, and then covering it up with white paint (it’s because I didn’t like the clutter). Or why I spelled the F word with a P (it’s because my dog chewed the F stamp).
Or maybe they’ll just wonder if they have a bi-polar gene because dang that old lady was CA-RAAZY.
It’s so easy to forget who you are and what makes you happy when you have so many people pushing you to make them happy.
All I know is that even though I struggle to write a blog and email newsletter every day for work, that what I did tonight inspired me to write a personal blog of my own. And that hasn’t happened in a really long time.
Cheers to whatever relaxes you.
“Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.”
- William S. Burroughs
























