When you read articles and quotes about fulfilling your destiny, sometimes, one can find themselves thinking: "what is my passion?" How can you really find one thing that can define you? It's something that I've struggled with for years, because I can't be stagnant. I can't just be one thing. I have too much to say and to share and I never want to live my life wondering "what if?"
Since I can remember, in between hobbies and career pursuits, I was always staying up late drawing or painting. Without realizing it, my passion was slowly developing over time and bringing me full circle back to the thing I spent doing the most in my free time. That's just it, isn't it? What you spend your leisure time doing tends to be the thing that makes you the happiest, no?
When I graduated high school, I went straight into art school. After a semester, I dropped out to pursue a career in music. The pursuit was successful in terms of fulfillment but alas, music was not my calling. Only a medium of expression that made sense at the time. Following suit, I attended Blanche MacDonald to study fashion marketing and merchandising. My career has since seen me blossom into a full time Fashion Stylist, Creative Director and Brand Consultant. One of which I am so proud of and have worked so hard to reach, knowing I'm only on the brink of the beginnings of an adventurous and challenging career. Through my life's trials and tribulations, one common thread always remained consistent: art. Whether sketching out design plans for events, illustrating for styling concepts or just plain doodles to pass the time; my love of art never wavered.
Fast forward to today: I can confidently call myself an artist alongside my other titles. My resurrection came about earlier this year when I hit my lowest in terms of creative ambition. I was bored, disinterested with everything I was doing; debating my return to a corporate structure because it would be "easier." I had no clients, no prospects and no desire to pursue much, so I painted to pass the time.
My friend, J, told me to share my art. I thought, no, I couldn't. It's just for me.
"Just share your art, damnit!' (His exact words, by the way.)
I will forever be grateful for those words.
As I started to share my work, there was a small amount of attention brought forward, and it only kept growing. Then the unimaginable happened, I got invited to show in a group exhibit in London. LONDON. Can you believe that? It couldn't have been real. But it was. And it was one of the most incredible experiences of my life. Having the chance to connect with artists from all over Europe and sharing that moment with some of my dearest friends was so rewarding. A feeling I wish I could put into words, but really, it wouldn't do it justice.
Tomorrow night, I'm hosting my first show here at home in Vancouver. I'm a little scared but really excited to show my family, friends and colleagues a new side of who I am and a part of me I've always been scared to show. My goal for this year wasn't to make more money or to land the big clients, it was to find the thing that made me happy. The euphoric feeling of content without feeling complacent. What I didn't realize was that I had it in me the entire time, I just had to take a step back and really look at my life from a different perspective. Instead of comparing myself to those around me, I've taken the time to look back at who I was five years ago. When the idea of having an art show, travelling for fashion weeks and working on major projects was only a dream.
I have no idea where things are going but I do know that styling and art is where I will continue to challenge myself and push through. I will keep creating and hope that one day, I can make an impact. For now, I'll just pass onto what J told me, in so many words:
If you want to do something, just fucking do it.
(excuse my french.)
Want to follow along my Vancouver launch of MAKEBA tomorrow night?
Hit me up on Instagram and follow our hashtag #SCmakeba.
It's sure to be a crazy night.