Inspired by Art
After a very long week, I realized I needed to find something fun to do this weekend—but I wasn’t sure what. I wanted an activity that wouldn’t feel awkward doing alone, since I don’t really have anyone to invite along. Scrolling through local Facebook Events and community pages, I came across a Fine Art Fair about an hour away that seemed interesting. Lately, I’ve been thinking more and more about seriously getting back into creating art. I have several unfinished projects and a long list of ideas from the past. Art is something I enjoy and can do by myself, and maybe a day out will lift my mood and give me some inspiration.
The day promised to be beautiful—a sunny fall afternoon, likely one of the last before the cold Midwest winter arrives. The show was set up in the downtown business district, lining a street filled with bars and restaurants. I managed to find parking at a nearby municipal lot and walked to the beginning of the fair, surprised by how crowded it was. As I wandered past the first few booths, I took in the variety of art on display, just glancing at each to see what they offered. There were watercolors, metal sculptures, and fiber art among the first exhibitors. Feeling a bit nervous about striking up conversations with the artists, I decided to stop and grab a beer for a little liquid courage before approaching anyone.
Spotting a craft brewery with an inviting patio and an impressive selection, I decided to stop in. The patio looked lively, and I was drawn by the variety of beers on tap. Opting for a sample flight, I chose a hefeweizen, a couple of ales, and a hazy IPA—figuring this assortment would offer a good sense of whether I’d want to return in the future. With my drinks in hand, I settled at the patio bar, perfectly positioned to watch people stroll by.
As I observed, I noticed that groups tended to keep to themselves, sometimes even seeming annoyed by those sitting alone, as though I were taking up space. On rare occasions, another solo patron might strike up a conversation, but for the most part, I felt invisible. Today was no different—everyone was with someone else, so I sat quietly, simply watching the world go by. The beers were enjoyable, but since my main goal was to find inspiration, I soon decided to head back out and continue wandering through the tents.
As I walked, I began thinking about what it would actually take to participate in one of these art shows. The first challenge would be creating a couple of cohesive collections—right now, my ideas are scattered in every direction, and I struggle to find a clear voice. Then there’s the ever-present question: am I good enough? I noticed a wide range of booths, from those displaying average work to others showcasing extraordinary pieces. Some booths felt more like crafts than fine art, which gave me a bit of confidence that there might be a place for what I do.
But the logistics are daunting. I’d need a tent, fixtures, and all the marketing and social media that go along with exhibiting. As usual, my mind started to overthink everything required, especially when I’m still at the starting line, wrestling with my overall vision.
I know I can’t count on family support. I rarely talk to my mom, and I certainly wouldn’t ask her for help with my art dreams—she’s never been supportive, caring more about appearances and what I can do for her than my aspirations. What I truly wish for is a community of people to brainstorm with and receive feedback from. It would be wonderful if there were local groups to meet with or some way to network with like-minded individuals.
After spending time walking around the fair and chatting with some artists, I realized I was getting hungry and decided it was time to find something to eat. I made my way to a local gastropub and brewery, eager to try some interesting food and, naturally, sample a few new beers. For me, discovering unique flavors and dishes—especially when I don’t have to cook them myself—is one of the simple pleasures in life.
Once inside, I took a seat at the bar to order my food and settled in with my beer. Sitting there alone, I found myself needing something to occupy my mind. The events of the day inspired me, so I decided to use this moment to brainstorm ideas for a potential art collection. I pulled out a blank piece of paper, ready to capture any creative sparks that might arise.
However, as I stared at the empty page, I let out a sigh, feeling a familiar tightness return to my chest. It was clear I was in a creative slump. My mind was either overflowing with scattered, disconnected ideas, or I simply couldn’t come up with anything that felt right or worth pursuing. The frustration and uncertainty weighed on me, making it hard to find the inspiration I was hoping for.
