This has been a most creatively untapped year.
2019 left me routinely dragooned to create and express at all costs. Through my paintings, photography, essays, cards, and imagination I’ve given the inner child, unaccounted for due to an artistically repressed adolescence, his joy back.
On Valentine’s Day, I launched VidaleBarsir.com. Getting my website on the ground (into existence) was a years’ long process. Detoured by depression, responsibility, creative ruts, and procrastination––completing the site felt like a lean against my artistic expression had finally been lifted. My web designer, Trecia Warnholz & District Digital, worked dutifully to actualize a website that far exceeded what I envisioned.
In late winter, I enrolled in an 8-week writers’ group; romantically titled My Life, One Story at a Time, at The Writer’s Center in Bethesda, MD. I was easily the youngest person in the group by 30 years, which ended up being the greatest blessing of all. Through our weekly exercises and writing prompts, I found my voice, but something about it had changed. All of my group mates were parents and grandparents––some great grandparents. Each week riddled me impacted by profound, affectional stories from my fellow writers. While we had obvious differences, by exchanging anecdotes of our paths, we became family. That’s when I began to write about a life lived instead of one fantasized.
Somehow, I found myself working on film sets, playing make-believe. If I were to sum this year up in one word, that word would be inspired.
And that’s just the beginning…