"The more we connect with our muse, the clearer the communication gets. But if we don’t show up every day our muse will move onto someone else. She’s slutty like that."
Aussie beach gal turned London city slicker & jet setter, Rebecca is a Creative Director and Soul Coach who combines these skills to help her clients find their authentic path, live bravely and truly work their light. She is a writer, 50% of the lady powers behind www.thespiritedproject.com, an award winning advertising Creative AND has blogged her way around the world twice. Her cheeky & energetic entry for The V Project is a true eye and heart opener...
‘Creativity is not reserved for a select few. It's available for anyone who has the courage to take it.’ Why is leaning towards creative outlets often met with fear?
I wholeheartedly believe that everyone on the planet has the ability to be creative. But not everyone has the inner yearning, commitment and courage to do what they need to do to birth these creations. That’s what makes a true artist.
Having the courage to birth ideas and release them into the world is bloody scary because it’s absolutely uncertain. Nothing is guaranteed. We have no idea whether or not it is good and are guided by a gut feel or a whisper from something that wants to be born.
The scariest bit is that great ideas don’t make logical sense. They’re the realm of the right hemisphere of the brain and come to us in the same way that intuition does.
There is no logical explanation of what makes good art vs. bad art, it is completely subjective. Just like a good joke, when you try to analyze art it loses its magic. (I used to be a Creative Director in ad land where clients would throw thousands of dollars researching what makes one ad funnier than another… It was the most ridiculous, time and money waster I have ever met). Art is magic. It’s here to inspire us. The left side of our brain can never fathom its wonder, but it will try. It is the mind/ego/inner critic that judges art. But that’s because it is either trying to make sense of it or is uncomfortable with what the art is making it feel.
I believe that art shifts us from our ego into our spirit. And our ego doesn’t always like it, because it doesn’t enjoy being out of control. Which is why it’s so scary being the one who births the art! Because you have no way of controlling the reaction, everything is subjective and nothing is certain.
"Art is magic. It’s here to inspire us."
“Creativity is inspiration coupled with initiative. Acting on our creativity is an act of faith.” How much do you rely on ‘divine intervention’ to create? Do you feel you control your creativity or does your creativity control you?
I see the role of the artist as birthing messages that are craving to be shared with the world. We are merely the vehicles. The lamp, not the electricity. The more we connect with our muse, the clearer the communication gets. But if we don’t show up every day (or just when we feel like it) our muse will move onto someone else. She’s slutty like that. So creating art has both nothing and everything to do with us, as the artist. But at that moment when we are putting something out there it feels like it has everything to do with us. It feels like our baby, or one of our limbs. Like us standing naked saying “Here I am, how does my cellulite look in this light?”. Eeeeeeeeek!
I believe that when we change our perception from the artist being the creator, to the artist being the vehicle for the art - then it is easier to not take it so personal when art is judged (which it always is, because art is subjective).
I see the creative process a little bit like choosing to have a child. Having sex is the easy bit. It’s fun, feels great and practically anyone can do it, (over and over again in one night if you’re lucky). Carrying the unborn around is uncomfortable and giving birth can be agony. Filled with a hell of a lot of resistance, pushing, pulling, anger, resentment, sweat, tears and a couple of “why the heck am I doing this?!?!’s”. Raising and nurturing the child is time consuming and can be bloody hard work. And the whole time you do so without ever really knowing how it’s going to turn out. You just have to have faith that you have done your best and when the time is right, release it to the world with all of your love. For deep down you have always known that it was never yours in the first place.
Having an idea is the easy bit. Committing to birth it, nurture it to adulthood and then release it to the world without attachment is what takes both determination and a huge amount of courage.
"Only when we're brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light." How much of your creative process is a battle with power? Do you always find the end result empowering?
I’d say 100% of my creative process is a battle with power!
I believe that the battle of power is the battle between avoiding doing the work (resistance) and finally deciding to create (action). Generally, I’d say I’d spend 60% of the time in resistance. Doing everything I could possibly do to avoid doing the creating (fueled by avoidance of fears). Then, once the fear of not creating (because of deadlines, letting someone or myself down, not fulfilling my calling/purpose) becomes greater than the resistance (fear/rejection/who am I to write/perfectionism/I’m not ready) do I plonk myself down at my desk/notepad/phone to create. The actual creating doesn’t take the time, it’s the lead up to actually doing the creating that is the time consuming bit!
Like, take today. I knew I needed to write this article. Well, all of a sudden I discovered 343 things that I simply had to do before I could possibly write it. Like…. Make myself a healthy breakfast, get a coffee, check my emails, do a Facebook post, read an article, oooh someone retweeted me, make a healthy lunch with protein so I can concentrate better, green juice, set up my new TV, organize my writing schedule, I need to get clear on my offering, perhaps I should write a new meditation for this week’s Spirited Session, goals for March, clean out the fridge… (Oh yeah, pretty proud). But it wasn’t until I only had 2 hours before I needed to leave for the Beyoncé concert that I actually forced myself down and did it. I.e. it wasn’t until the fear of missing Mrs. Carter strut out on stage in her stilettos became greater than my fear of writing that I pushed through my resistance into A.C.T.I.O.N. (totally worth it, Jay Z even made an appearance).