The joy of making art

What kind of creativity is best for you, and are you doing it enough?

I haven’t been sleeping well. I’m talking about zero-hours nights, screaming levels of panic in the small hours when my heart races and my thoughts are infinite, loud, and terrifying. Anxiety brings it on, and my mind just takes the baton and runs with it.

I’m doing the work, learning about the mind, talking to the right people for catharsis, but also to learn and grow my way out of a chronic loop of anxious thoughts brought on by overthinking. Progress has been made, and last week, thanks to the unlikely source that was my mother-in-law, I took an important step forward.

She’s heard from my wife that the night had once again wiped the floor with me, and she was a little worried, this being the 4th shocker in two weeks – an undeniable escalation.

“What are we going to do with you? I think your head is too full. Do you still make that big, bright art of yours? I might be talking rubbish, but I know with all your coaching and writing, that you’ve had your hands full.”

Initially, in a state of sleepless delirium, I replied and assured her I was going to be fine, and I acknowledged the validity of her question about my art, but I didn’t have the computing power to think any deeper about the matter. Things improved a little, and despite lingering anxiety, I found a moment to consider her question. My weeks are packed. I never take the time to rest unless we’re going away or I have parental duties. As joyous as these two things are, they are also demanding and full-throttle. To take a day off to rest, unless ill, has been a luxury beyond my grasp, and that’s foolish. I coach my clients about this and provide tools and structures to help them do it! So, after a chat with close friend and collaborator Dirty Freud, who suggested I mirror his model of one day a month off just to rest or play, I decided to go one better and attempt to protect Fridays for emotional creativity.

Emotional creativity is the act of creating for the sake of creating, because you want to.

I work well under pressure, and with too much time, I can fall into procrastination traps. So, my thinking is that if I organise my week well enough and apply enough pressure on myself to have to truly focus, I’ll get five days of less organised activity into four days, leaving one day where it’s not about tasks, but about being creative in the purest sense. Emotional creativity.

So Friday came. In the morning, with brass balls, I dared to roam into town with my wife, drink a fucking brew, and do a spot of Christmas shopping. My anxiety was low, and dissipated as we talked about non-work things and the things we’re excited about. At lunch, we returned home, and in the afternoon, after a dog walk, I made time to begin creating an artwork from the things I’d found beautiful in Lisbon. I put on some new music after asking for recommendations from friends, instead of algorithms, set up my art desk, and let rip. It felt amazing and reminded me I just haven’t done this.

Intellectual creativity tends to be client work, specific and focused acts of making, building, designing, and the like, but working to a brief set externally. This alone does not allow our inner artist to play unconditionally, and is what tends to lead too many artists and creators to frustration because of the lack of balance with emotional creativity.

The mother-in-law had hit upon something crucial with her simple but profound question. She cut through some of my crap as a great coach, mentor, or therapist can.

I drew with an abandon I hadn’t accessed of my own volition for too long, and as the ink dried on these drawings, inspired by the music, I didn’t go to make another brew, but switched on my mic, wrote down some swirling thoughts, and recorded them as spoken word and sent them to Dirty Freud for a long-discussed, but long neglected experimental collaboration using alter-egos we created over a decade ago.

Much other work has been done on the roots of my overthinking, but my sleep has improved, as has my mental health, and I am incredibly happy that I was reminded that no matter how much intellectual creativity I carry out in my job, it is essential for me to make like the artist we all have within us. Our sanity depends on it in this world.