Nothing to say, wrote it anyway

I opened my blog today because I felt like I should write something, as it’s been a while since you heard from me. And then, panic intensifies. I stared at the screen with absolutely nothing-to-say.

Which is ironic, considering how many topics I planned to cover (my notes are full, I swear).

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In this post: why having nothing to talk about turned into the perfect chance for me to share with you a part of my journey as human being (and as an artist!)

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What showed up instead was that familiar pressure: if you don’t have something worth saying, maybe you should just close the tab.

I always forget that wanting to write and feeling blank can exist at the same time; when that happens, I start treating writing like a performance instead of what it actually is for me - just a way to untangle thoughts that may not make any sense.

An efficient lie

So, somewhere along the way, sharing my insights turned into the idea that I should already know what I think before starting. That's a lie, my fellas. A lie, I'm telling you!

Most of the time, I only understand what I think after I've started typing; but waiting for maximum clarity before putting down something is like waiting to be fit before going to the gym: amazing, wow, great plan. Never happens, right?

Now, this blog started with a clear purpose.

It was meant to be a safe place where I was sharing helpful insights and advice for freelancers, artists like me - the kind of things you usually learn the hard way, alone at 2 AM staring the ceiling and wondering if you should’ve listened to your parents and just dropped art.

I know I don’t post often, and that’s where the guilt kicks in. "f you say you want to help, you should show up more. If you don’t post, you’re letting all those people down.

Color scheme studies, personal art. Because apparently you can't just share a post without a picture!

Reality is less dramatic and way more human: an artist’s life eats your energy. Art can drain you in ways that don’t always leave room for thoughtful, structured posts.

And yes, I’m calling them posts, not content, on purpose.

I’ve talked about the topic in this post, where I explain why treating creative work like an endless machine is part of the problem we’re all living in.

Sometimes I’m just surviving the day, or I don’t have the words, so I go quiet. Then the guilt grows. Then the silence lasts longer... You know, the classic loop for all my introvert friends out there. I know you can understand how I feel.

What I’m slowly accepting is that consistency isn’t the same as value.

Silence doesn’t really mean I’ve stopped caring, it's actually quite the opposite: I care enough to get stuck trying to do it the right way - as if there were a right way to do anything in life. Ha!

Try to remember that demanding yourself to feel worthy before sharing your experience is a trap, because reflection only happens through the act of showing up. Not before.

This blog? Works the same way my art does! I don't "make bold statements" with my paintings, I don't have prepped magic solutions to your problems.

I just want you to see the magic I see every day in my art, and to do that I need to go through a process; some days that process looks very neat, coherent, other days it looks like...

Whatever this thing I'm in is.

If you’re here to learn from someone who always has it figured out, you’re in the wrong place.

If you’re here to watch someone thinking, failing and learning in real time: you’re exactly where you should be. Thank you for reading!