What about the work you don’t see me do?
What about the work you don’t see me do?
How being a motherhood has made me a more confident artist
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I think I’ve reached the next step in the invisible thought process necessary for the sequel to my book When Will You Get a Real Job.
It’s not actually about How To Keep a Real Job as I first thought, but really it’s about figuring out How To Be a Mother And an Artist Entrepreneur At The Same Time.
This got me thinking more about how a huge part of the creative process takes place behind closed doors, or more so, in hidden creative chambers of the mind.
Much like motherhood, where a large part of being a mother involves work invisible to the eye, yet is as necessary and present as the air we breathe.
To learn more about the When Will You Get a Real Job book, click here (it’s part of my Substack bookshop available to all who graces me with an upgrade, thank you in advance I truly appreciate you 🥰🙏🏼)
The day you enter motherhood you quickly realize the amount of unseen work involved in raising children.
The infinite emotional labour, the constant planning ahead of “just-in-case” scenarios, the around the clock availability… the list can be endless.
What’s fascinating is that the longer I’m a mother, the more I realize how much similarities and cross-overs there are in my artistic pursuits.
That it’s all the work we don’t see an artist do that really matters.
Because truthfully, an art piece doesn’t take just the time to realize it. There may be hours, weeks, months if not years of contemplation, reflection, research and perhaps even trials and errors before reaching a final result. The same goes for books, the masterpiece of a writer.
A book may take 1 month to crank out but 10 years to plan… And what about those 10 years? Don’t they count too?
This is probably why charging for creative and artistic work is so difficult. Because the standard metric for most paid labour is to charge an hourly rate, when in fact it makes no sense to charge per hour for your artistry (you need to charge per project!).
Some art forms take longer to practice, and thus few are willing to pay a decent hourly pay (embroidery sadly falls into this category. I would’ve never been able to lead a flourishing artist life if I was dependent on artwork sales and commissions only).
Other practices may be quick to execute but are long to conceptualise or prepare…
But who wants to pay for what they don’t see?
Artistic value is fictional to the extent that the value is whatever you make it up to be. Naturally there needs to be a component of what someone is willing to pay in relation to what you’re willing to sell for (supply and demand).
But ultimately, an expensive piece of art is much like a luxury brand; it’s not just the materials nor the techniques per se, but the story and name involved that sets the price.
In other words, if you don’t express and embody the entire invisible process as part of your artistic persona and value, then nobody will recognize it, because nobody sees it.
Perhaps this is why many mothers feel the need to express their frustrations around the lack of recognition for the unseen labour we do on a daily basis? Because if we don’t express it, we feel as though it doesn’t count. That perhaps, we do nothing when in reality we do everything.
I think that it’s the work you don’t see us do, both as mothers and artists, that both matters and gets neglected the most.
To be a mother has given me greater confidence in, and understanding of, my own artistry and that what I do, whether you can see it or not, is an essential part of the overall process.
That just because I cannot schedule inspiration, nor plan when to get my best ideas, doesn’t mean that I don’t work.
Thank you for reading!
Elin, xx
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This reminds me of that old Picasso story (urban legend?) There’s a few versions burn the nut of it is someone sees him at a bar/store/park and asks him to do a quick sketch on a napkin. He does, and when he hands it over asks for $20 million dollars. The fan, baffled, replies “but it only took you 5 minutes to do that sketch!” And he says, “it took me 20 years to do that sketch in 5 minutes.”
I was recently asked by a young woman if I would like to go back to work soon (I have an almost 4 year old and a 2 year old) and I had the aha moment of realising that I never stopped working, I just stopped being paid. I'm not even taking about the mothering part. I mean my creative work. I've been working throughout motherhood on things that I just haven't packaged and sold yet and I know the time will come for that and it will be soon! Thank you for these reflections ❤️