“She/he walks to the beat of a different drum.” Throughout my years that phrase has meant a variety of things. It stood for “She’s a little weird” in my youth. As in doesn’t fit in, fit the mold, isn’t like us. Later it became “He isn’t a team player. Doesn’t do community well. Won’t join in.” Years later I find that the phrase has morphed from a negative to a positive as I am more deeply ensconced in the art world.
I am working to catch the beat of my own drum. Seeking that which sets me apart. The thing about this quest is how difficult it can be to hear the sound and catch the beat of the drum that says “ME”. The competition for my ear and heart is overwhelming. Mundane tasks at hand derail my commitment to create. The business of art distracts from the creating of art.
Even in the creative arena voices compete. Do I follow the voice that reminds me of what is selling around me? Do I listen when I hear myself speak of what images I paint that have sold well? Do I incorporate some or all of the ideas explored at the workshop on Sunday? Do I pursue ideas presented by colleagues, customers, friends and family?
I feel a little like the chick in P.D. Eastman’s book “Are you my Mother?” asking every creative idea that passes through my brain, “Are you my drum? Is this the beat I walk to?” In the story, if the chick had simply stayed in the nest, he would have met his mother as she returned with his breakfast. The moral of the story for me is to stay the creative course I am on ( currently in the middle of a large painting).
This is not a quest of the mind, but of the heart. I cannot reason my beat into existence. The only beat I need to listen to is the beat of my spirit and heart, confident that it will whisper “This is the way, walk in it” as I sit at my easel, work at my table, or stare into space. That requires quieting my mind and allowing my heart to speak.
It is a challenge worthy of my effort.