After we’ve cut and carved away at the raw, vulnerable emotions of our pain, sadness, humor, and happiness, and hardwire them piece by bloody piece into our art, how do we come to call it done? Knowing that no more edits will be made, no tweaks, no last-minute changes… It will be final! This is it. It’s time to give our work to the world, and yet… We hesitate.
How do we say farewell to months and years poured into our artwork. To the infinite number of hours chained in solitary confinement until the creation we saw as our vision came finally into being—came to life. Every word, every stroke of color, every angle, and chord we strung together is a piece of ourselves, a piece of our soul as art. It is everything that we are now. It defines a slice of our life, shows where we arrived after complete devotion to its creation. It is everything it can be in this moment. And it is time to bid farewell. Time to nudge it out of the nest. How terrifying or wonderful? Or both? How should we prepare ourselves?