And so, after all these months, here I am in my new {rented} home in Cornwall! What a trip, literally and figuratively. The decision to give it a go was the easy part; it was everything that came after that pushed me to my own edges and beyond.

Upping sticks to a completely new location is as transformative a process as any other Big Life Change, and I surely must be that much wiser now I’m on the other side of all that chaos and fear and stress. {Right?!}

In one sense, because this move has actually felt like a coming home rather than a moving away, I don’t feel as uprooted as anticipated. In fact, my brain has been trying to suggest that it’s been ‘too easy’ {because we must not get complacent!}.

I’m not actually sure whether I’m in some kind of honeymoon period, or if indeed this is so right that it really can be that easy. Anything is possible.

Either way, I’m doing my best to stay present and move from moment to moment, day to day, without telling myself too many stories about what may or may not be happening or going to happen.

It’s both exhilarating to live this way and a little anxious-making – like standing on the edge of a cliff {something I – quite literally – do more often lately}, feeling the infinity of open space all around you, yet knowing that right this second you’re on solid ground.

Walking in Cornwall

The one thing that has suffered in all the upheaval is, perhaps unsurprisingly, the art. While I understand that moving across the country will almost inevitably impact the delicate interior workings of process, and perhaps even require the art to take a back seat while day to day practicalities are established and put in place, if art is part of who you are, not making it can feel wrong, like something important is missing.

Because it is.

I wanted to talk a little bit about this because hardly a day goes by that I don’t see someone beating themselves up about not making art enough, even when things are going on their lives that make it nigh on impossible.


What is enough?


Let’s just get clear about that first. Too often our ideas of ‘enough’ are based in shoulds.

  • We think we ‘should’ be making more because we ‘should’ be selling it {often disguised as ‘want to’}.
  • Or we ‘should’ have something to show on social media most days, if not every day, {which is a terrible motivator if you ask me, but one all too easy to slip into, as I know from uncomfortable experience}.
  • Or because if we’re going to be audacious enough to call ourselves artists then we have to be making all the art, all the time.


Enough is actually what is enough for you.Β And yes, it’s entirely possible that in the midst of a life shift of any size, you won’t be making enough art in the sense that your soul needs it.

I haven’t been. For me it feels like a small itch at first, and if it continues to be neglected it becomes an antsy feeling, and later can develop into irritability, restlessness, and swearing at inanimate objects.

So let’s say you’re clear that when you say ‘I’m not making enough art’, you mean for yourself. You are the first person always to be making art for. If that feels selfish, know that if you’re not doing that, your art will lack integrity and slowly eat away at you. Besides which, it’s not actually necessary to justify why you need to make your art. It just feels that way sometimes.

So what can you do to shift out of not enough and into, at the very least, ‘just enough’?


I’ve been looking into this. πŸ™‚ One thing I’ve been finding challenging, and I realise not everyone has this ‘problem’, is transitioning from a large dedicated studio space to no studio space. My landlord is an artist and there was talk of possibly sharing his studio, but that remains uncertain at time of writing. Which means another solution must be found.

My new kitchen has a high sloping glass ceiling, which gives it the most fantastic light. At first I set up a small art station on a table that sits partially under the stairs, and I’m not gonna lie, it feels cramped and not enticing. I spent a few days avoiding it, despite having set everything up.


But the itch was getting itchier, so I used that to get myself at least doing something, even if it wasn’t particularly satisfying and felt unfocused. It’s so easy to fall into black and white thinking {ironic, colour lovers that we are}, and start telling ourselves all sorts of nonsense about how if we don’t have more space, or more time, or whatever, we can’t even start. I’ve been guilty of that this past week.

Fortunately I caught it, and realised that the itchiness needed to be bigger and more compelling than all the whining my brain was doing about what I no longer have. Besides which, it’s entirely possible that I will be able to share my landlord’s studio, or find a place to rent myself. Something will work out.

There really are no excuses that are truer than the need to be taking responsibility for our own fulfillment.


The wave


Possibly my favourite metaphor of All Time {along with the entire art process as metaphor for life}, is that of the wave. A wave never stops moving, its phases each have their own character, and each stage of it is an integral and essential part of it.

My personal least favourite part is the ‘sucking back’ part, when the wave has spent itself and needs to rebuild for the next one. This typically looks like not much happening at all, no inspiration, or ideas but no motivation, or little time, or other things needing to take precedence.

It’s a time when patience is required, and those of us who are not abundant in that {ahem} may find ourselves fighting it. Which of course only makes the whole thing worse.

A big life change {and smaller ones too, it doesn’t have to be all drama πŸ˜‰ } is likely to put your art into sucking back mode. There are ways to embrace this if, like me, you struggle with the waiting. You cannot force a wave to fold before it’s ready! {I’ve tried.}

Here are four things I’ve been doing that have allowed me to at least stay in the game, if not to the degree I might wish:



Set up an area, within whatever space is available, where you can lay out a few basic supplies and jump in and out without it being a big kerfuffle. {Because your brain will take every barrier to entry, no matter how tiny, and make it seem huge and insurmountable. This is never the whole truth.} I have even been making just a mark or two in passing over the course of a day.



Make the most of any ideas you are having right now, even if the oomph or time/space required to carry them out is lacking. I’ve been making notes in my phone about a new series I want to make. I have a concept and a bunch of titles, which might be a bit backwards, but I’m excited to see how they might evolve into paintings.

I also spend time noodling around in my head with painting ideas – imagining palettes, subjects, combinations of marks, what size I’d do them and on what substrates. It can all percolate so when I do eventually get in front of the easel there’s something to jump off from.



Join a challenge to help motivate you, even if you have limited parameters. I decided to join Carve Out Time for Art’s current five week #cotfapinkieswearchallenge, which is about committing to a project of your choice and sharing an image of your progress just once a week. Feels doable!

The container of time and focus that a challenge provides can be invaluable, but only if you also have at least a little time to devote to it. So you may actually have to…



Let things go. For the first few days I simply had to accept the itchy feeling and let it fester away while I focused on other things. I needed to allow myself to arrive in my new home, to unpack, to start to make it mine in small ways {since I’m only renting this place for six months}, to just sink into the present and flow with what was happening.

Sometimes there is going to be discomfort, and the quicker we can let that be just how it is, instead of fighting it every damn second and feeling accordingly constantly uncomfortable, the quicker it can pass and the easier it is to find creative solutions.




Another aspect of a transition is how effectively it can erode your focus. My overriding state since the move {other than delirious joy and excitement}, has been positively gnatlike. I simply have not been able to sit down and focus on anything for more than a few minutes at a time.

This isn’t the end of the world as I tend to lean that way anyway, but it has been approaching new levels lately and is of course not conducive to making art with the kind of absorption the best experiences of it tend to involve.

That’s why that fourth point, letting go, has been invaluable. I’m not going to pretend I’ve nailed it every day, but even being able to let go, in odd moments, of feeling like I’m meant to be doing something I’m not, or the sneaky shoulds that have started piling up, has freed me up to just ‘smile, breathe, and go slowly’, as Thich Nhat Hanh would say.

Transitions are by nature chaotic. They stir up more than just the physical objects in your life; emotions, memories, old habits and beliefs, hopes, fears, doubts, joy, everything gets swirled up in the maelstrom and can feel by turns confusing, upsetting, overwhelming, and exciting.

And what’s more, life is full of transitions. Some days I struggle with just the whole day-to-night thing. Although it may be our oldest habit and first recourse, beating ourselves up about letting the art slip is never the answer.

Baby steps are the answer. Creative thinking is the answer. Excruciatingly vigilant self kindness is the answer. And yes, patience is the answer. {Sigh.}

The art will happen. You can trust it. You can trust yourself. And in the meantime you can learn to ride that wave.

PS. Since finishing this post my easel and various other bits arrived! My kitchen is now about 50% harder to navigate but who cares! πŸ™‚ I get to make art now, and the presence of the easel has helped hugely, which I think is partly psychological and partly because I’m not a ‘small art’ person.

Kitchen studio


What’s your experience of the effects of transitions and life changes on your art? Any words of wisdom for those of us going through it? Tell us in the comments!