I’ve been having many conversations in the past few weeks. A lot are about art, and about how we think through the creative work that we do. I say we, because my companions talking with me are mostly creatives.
These conversations range from how we were supported, or how we felt about the different things that we went through. I don’t think I ever push too much, but I just want to hear and understand, and also share what I think too.
It is interesting to hear how we change over time. Creatives for sure, in the things we like, and the priorities of what we associate with at the different times. For me, I feel like its part of the process of figuring out between who I am in my identity, and who I am choosing to be.
Talking makes me hear myself say it out loud. Talking also makes me engage with another person about what they think for themselves and for me. It makes me pause and process again. Processing again all my thoughts, feelings, and experiences.
It makes me realise that I do enjoy doing things for fun, and I do think that I have to find the right words a lot of the time, because I have to assume that not everyone is on the same page as me.
Talking talking talking