A Summer Artist in a Cold World

When I unraveled the mystery that I’m a “summer artist”, it wasn’t just an “aha” moment, but more of a sunburst revelation. Allow me to paint a picture of what being a summer artist entails. Picture someone bursting with creativity and productivity when the sun is out and the days are long. That’s me, in all my summery splendor.

Why does this matter, you ask?

For starters, capitalism, with its incessant 9-to-5 grind, doesn’t exactly send a warm summer breeze in the direction of us seasonal creatives. As a sun-kissed artist, I find winter as the arch-nemesis to my craft. The low energy, the constant battle against the cold… let’s just say my muse tends to hibernate.

And here’s a thought: If more folks recognized their sunny inclinations, they could strategize – craft more during the sunlit months and recharge and share their creations when winter rolls in. Maybe it’s the sun’s rays we’re channeling? I’m onto you, Sun!

Moreover, summer, in its vibrant glory, lends a certain je ne sais quoi to our work. The paints seem to mingle more freely, and materials exude freshness. Or perhaps, it’s just my summer-tinted glasses.

A bit about me: I hail from Lagos, Nigeria – a city that bathes in warmth. My art blossomed there, basking in perpetual summer vibes with occasional rainy interludes. But moving to San Francisco, California, where the chill sneaks up on you, my creativity hit a frosty patch. I nearly believed my artistic flair was fading. Yet, after two scorching Texas summers, it’s clear: I’m irrefutably, undeniably, a summer artist.

So here’s the deal: I’ll be diving into projects when the sun’s out, and capitalism? Well, it can take a backseat on this ride.

Thanks for being a part of my sunlit journey! Stay tuned for new posts every other sunny Sunday.

Warmly (and sunnily),

Chu

Photo by Sergey Shmidt on Unsplash