Some artists create everyday like clockwork. They take their canvas and easel and go to a mountain top or a cliff and paint for hours on end until they have a masterpiece or hurl their canvas over the cliff like Cezanne in a fit of frustration. I am not that kind of artist. I have never been that kind of artist and yet my whole life I have been Liza the artist. I was the girl in high school who spent countless hours in the art room listening to Depeche Mode on her headphones shading and mixing colors. I attended art school, have a B.F.A. in painting, and went onto a successful career as art teacher in the public schools. I created my own art and displayed it in galleries in my spare time. Then one day in October of 2013 I got the call that ended my artistic career: I was finally pregnant. I had tried for several years to create what would become one of my two greatest masterpieces, not knowing that this news would make me completely redefine myself.
Maybe you’re reading this saying I shouldn’t have to give up my artistic pursuits to be a mom. You’re right. There are plenty of people who have babies and manage with a helpful family member, daycare, or sleep schedules to continue their interests. I have fully committed myself to being a mom and put this part of myself on the back burner. My practice as an artist has ebbed and flowed throughout my life. Three summers ago before my pregnancy I was creating art everyday, and now nothing since. The blog is filling the creative void to express what art left behind. I do miss it, but not terribly because I know one day it will consume my life again.