Ever wonder about the meaning of folly? Or in my case, "Follie." It’s supposed to mean a lack of good sense or judgment, which might sound a bit harsh, especially for a floral painting. But it perfectly captures the whirlwind of emotions I experienced while working on this commissioned piece. And let’s be real, folly isn’t a constant state—it’s those fleeting moments that make life interesting.
Lately, I’ve been living in a whirlwind of folly, and only recently did I find my way out of it. It all kicked off right after the Columbus Arts Festival. For those not in the art scene, art festivals are the big leagues for artists during the summer months. While some artists hop from festival to festival across the country, I’ve usually stayed in my comfort zone. But this year, I decided to take the plunge and signed up. To my surprise, I got in!
Leading up to the festival was an EXPERIENCE, in all caps. Long days filled with planning and creating, but everything went smoother than I could have imagined. What I didn't see coming was the emotional rollercoaster after the festival ended. Picture this: you're a musician headlining a three-day show, the crowd is loving your music, you’re soaking in the adoration, and then suddenly it’s your last song. The night ends, and you wake up the next day with this mix of "Wow, what a night!" and "What now?" That’s exactly how I felt—like I was supposed to keep climbing after the festival, but instead, I hit a plateau. It was like a false hope, a perfect example of folly.
So, how did I handle this post-festival funk? I did what I always do—I painted. This time, it was a commissioned piece, which I was eager to dive into. It took me longer than usual to complete, but I’m glad it did because it helped me push through the slump.
Now, on the other side, I feel energized and ready to seize more opportunities, create more art, and keep climbing.
Maybe, we all need a little folly in our lives to shake things up and push us forward.



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