My dear bear artist friend Paula -- a gracious and talented person if ever there was one -- posted a comment to my blog about some art cards, and as an afterthought (it seemed) she asked so sweetly, "Where have your bears gone, Shel?" It occured to me, as I contemplated my answer, that others reading this blog might be wondering the same thing. And that's more than intuition on my part, actually; I've been asked directly more than once when I'll be back in the fray of bearmaking, churning out more o' that POTBELLY fuzzy goodness, full speed ahead, like I used to.
So here, some thoughts on all that ...
I love teddy bears. That hasn't changed one bit. And I've met some fantastic people in the
bear industry -- artist, collector, editor, and retailer alike -- who've changed my life in wonderful ways, some of whom have become true friends, and whom I treasure, admire, and respect. I've felt incredibly happy and been so blessed and lucky as a bearmaker, and freely admit that some of the proudest moments of my professional life have emerged from my time as a bear artisan. All of that still holds true, and I'm as grateful and humbled as ever, by it.
Still... I've spent the last year re-imagineering my approach to bearmaking (including a reworking of my studio space). I've even been rethinking some of the details of my "look," as well as my approach to dressing/accessorizing my bears. I'm trying to find a new angle to work from in my creating, and some
freshness and renewed motivation. Why?? Because, put most simply, I'm kinda burnt-out on the bear "thing." Which actually physically PAINS me, because I WANT to want to make bears. This burnout was something slick and insidious that just crept up on me silently, and surprised me a while back. I have to admit I feel it, if I'm going to deal with it, and repair it.
I'm trying to respect what's going on in my head and heart, and not "force" things -- although I am trying to slowly noodge things back in the direction of productivity, by seeking to understand how I landed in this place in my head. I think I've figured most of it out at this point.
I know I create my best and most soulful work when I'm feeling happy and warm and light, and I haven't been feeling happy and warm and light when it comes to bears for a while now. I really don't want to offer my work to lovely customers willing to pay lots and lots of good money for them, if I'm not putting 100% of a happy heart into making them. That sounds a little PollyAnna, I know; I could just churn 'em out no matter where my head's at; take the money; and run. But for me, that's just the plain truth of how I operate professionally. My bears are so much closer to crap if I make them when my heart's not in it. So rather than offer crap, I'm just not making them... much.
I'm certainly not quitting bearmaking, or resigning from the field!
No, No, No! I've just been doing some slow and careful rethinking about the place teddy bears should hold in my life, going forward. I'm fitting bearmaking INTO my life, rather than making bears, and everything about them, the FOCUS of my life -- one that used to regularly keep me up into the wee hours of the night, because I am a meticulous perfectionist and "good" is never "good enough" with me, if just a little... bit... more... tinkering might do. It just feels healthier, I guess, that way. To adopt this new perspective, I mean.
My reasons for stepping back from bearmaking for just a little while, adjusting the wind in my sails, have to do most broadly with:
- My family. I only have my sons in my custody 65% of each one-year
period, much of which is taken up by school days and activities. They're otherwise not only in their father's care (vs. mine), but they're hundreds of miles out of town, out of sight, out of reach. :( So I
invest myself in them FULLY when they're actually with me. There's nothing in my life that's more interesting or important
to me than my sons, and there never will be. The intensity of my focus on bearmaking was, in the past, sometimes a distraction where my children were concerned -- especially for a few months each spring, when the pressure to produce inventory for shows really built! -- so I've simply set new boundaries for myself about how that will look going forward.
- My health. I stress out really easily and that affects my heartrate
and blood pressure, which is a real and serious concern because cardiovascular disease -- and bypass/endarterectomy surgery -- runs rampant in my father's nine-sibling lineage. I'm trying to avoid his/their outcome in life; a huge scar down the center of my chest and a lifetime of worry about my cholesterol, hypertension, and the integrity of my ticker. I'm 42 and a woman, but I already take a statin to control my cholesterol and BP meds to keep my blood pressure low. This HAS TO BE a priority if I want to be around to watch my kids have kids of their own. I'm all about taking it easy, nowadays, and avoiding every stressor I can, no matter how small. I'm taking every prophylactic measure I can think of to reduce cardiovascular risks. Honestly... Can you blame me??
- My mindset. I can't go into details, but I admit, the souring of
my Boyds deal really knocked the wind out of my motivation to make
bears. That's not about my line with them halting per se, or about any
embarrassment I might feel about that whole thing not working out. I'm
fine with both of those things. In fact, truth be told, I'm DELIGHTED that things turned out this way -- that my line never went into production and that the partnership ended. Rather, the "souring" I feel is more about the way that relationship unfolded, in specifics, over time. I left that partnership feeling ... less than good. Let's leave it at that.
- My moderator role. For years I was a very active, very present moderator at a huge teddy bear site (which I continue to love and visit.) That role exposed me to the sometimes (surprisingly)
"ugly" side of the bear industry. As a moderator, I had to deal with that ugliness in ways most people
don't ever experience. It was hurtful and time-consuming to wade thru that muck, when it arose... and doing so kinda sucked the joy of bearmaking out of me. I actively mourn the fact that, despite my generally positive outlook on life,
I've become somewhat cynical as a result. And I admit, I'm oh-so-weary of -- even impatient with -- the occasional, intensely ugly, TOTALLY unnecessary,
mean-spirited, petty drama that rears its reptilian head on forums, in one form or another, over
time. And not just the forum I moderated, by the way; it's a forum universal! Moderating was the hardest, most thankless job I've ever had... so I send out special thanks to the precious few who didn't always agree with me, but who understood the difficulty of the moderating role I had, and were supportive on a HUMAN level, nonetheless. Ultimately, I had to walk away from it all, despite my love of the forum and its participants and my loyalty to it, because -- figuratively at least -- it was killing me. And certainly, it was killing my fondness for bears and all they're about.
All of these things, to one degree or another, contributed to the decrease in my
"jump-to/immerse myself enthusiasm" for bearmaking over the last year or so. Does that explain things a bit?? I hope so.
I'm trying with all my might to work back up to where I began in
this field; I was positively brimming with excitement and energy when I started out.
Like a tornado, even -- whirling about with joy over all things bear, and just wanting to toss that joy, like rice after a wedding, to anyone and everyone who was interested in a piece; wanting to share it. Stepping back this last year, rethinking my bears and my place in this industry,
seeing who my friends really are now that I'm no longer a moderator or
a constant eBay presence, selling well (meaning, now that I'm just "regular" and have no power to speak of in this industry), has all been a part of my journey to rediscover
my bearmaking origins, and hopefully, to return to them. I miss making
bears, I really do. My family and friends miss seeing them. Collectors write to tell me they miss my bears, too. Happily, things are starting to feel less and less bittersweet for me of late. Which is why it feels okay, and not unsafe, to share about all this, at this point. Because the tides turn.
Art
cards have been a sort of miracle for me as this unfolded; they've been a way for me to stay creative and exercise my artistic
chops, while healing wounds and rethinking futures. In the process, I've discovered a wonderful, but very different -- not "better"; don't go there! -- community in the mail art world, and have collected some beautiful works by incredibly creative, talented people. It's been really healing, in so many ways. Just what the doctor ordered. Ya know?
I'm almost there... back and ready to "get to it", so to speak, with the bears. I see light at the end of what was a long, dark tunnel for a while. Which is a good thing! I'm very close to honing in with precision on my next bear project -- a pattern is already drafted and finished. What do you think of a smaller size from me, like 12 inches or so with regularity (vs. the 16-18 inchers I was doing before.) ??
I ask that you please bear with me (pun definitely intended) as I work through the last stages of this process in my effort to resurrect myself as Shelli the Bear Artisan.
Life throws us curve balls. I'm just trying to be the best catcher I can be.
Warm fuzzy hugs to all,
Shel