I'm having one of those weeks where so much seems pointless and hollow, marketing my work is exhausting, and all I want to do is hole up in my studio, retreat from the world, and make things. So I did just that. Instead of feeling guilty, I decided to see what good I could create from my agoraphobic episode. Turns out, a lot of good was just waiting there in the wings.
Have you ever heard of the Abandoned Art movement? I hadn't until a month or so ago, and I've been so intrigued by it. The idea is that the world needs more art. People need more joy. So folks like me who are going to obsessively create can put all that art to good use and leave it out in public places for others to find and love. And I've been abandoning a ton!
It's strangely cathartic to leave a piece of work out in the world without knowing what will happen to it. I like to imagine that each has at least made someone smile when they came upon it. Maybe my little creations have found new happy homes. Maybe they were tossed aside and stepped on. It's out of my control. No matter what, it's been good for me. I'm really, really skilled at losing touch with the world when I feel overwhelmed. But this idea of reaching out anonymously to others with art has kept me firmly planted in the realm outside my door. I've made it a point every day to go out and abandon at least one work somewhere random. It's helped me see the sidewalks and crevices and little tiny hollows just waiting for a little piece of art with new eyes. Every trip is a scavenger hunt for a new location. Thank goodness for it. Bringing a little beauty into the world has helped save me from myself.
I highly recommend it.