Something New

Today I decided to start a YouTube channel. This has been a long time in the making. I have wanted to create videos for a long time now, but I hadn't found my voice yet. Finally I found the confidence to sit down and make a video. I edited and posted my first ever video. If you want to, please go over and give it some love. As always, I value what you have to say, and would love your feedback. So if you have any comments, please kindly leave them. I would love your suggestions about what kinds of videos I should make, and ways to get better at creating and editing videos. I love your support as always. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for letting me share this with all of you. Here is a link for my first video, just a small introduction: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PyrGZt-8rSA
-Libby Morehouse

Day Fifty-Six: Stress

This past week has been so stressful and next week will continue to be even more stress. I had an exam the morning I got back from break. I think it went well, but I haven't gotten it back, so I'm not sure how exactly I did. This week I have three exams. One on Tuesday and two on Wednesday. I'm honestly not sure how I'll pull through. I am so stressed and I'm going insane trying to study. I probably should be studying now instead of writing this, but I needed a quick study break. Also I'm tired and I want to sleep. So I'll keep this short. I'm having a fun time at college and I like what I'm learning in class, I just wish the exams weren't so crazy and piled in the same week.
-Libby Morehouse

Day Fifty-Five: Art

I've never thought of myself as an artist. I'd see drawings and think that I couldn't draw or I couldn't paint. With that attitude, I was right; I could never do those things if I didn't tell myself I could. This semester I'm taking a theatre class called Fundamentals of Costuming. In this class we learn all about costume design, and how to draw our designs. In order to draw clothing, we first have to draw the figures on which the clothing will be drawn. Slowly I've learned how to draw, but more importantly, I've learned to have confidence in my drawing. I now know that I can draw if I'm looking at something which I can base my sketch on. It's hard to draw a face or body perfectly from memory, and it's okay to look at a picture to help. It's the only way you'll get better. Because of this newfound confidence, I've started to love drawing. I've been practicing drawing faces in a blank sketch pad, just trying to get better and more confident that I can draw people and that I will be able to draw for this class.
This all has made me realize, though, that to be an artist means so much more than just to be good at studio art. I have always been an artist. I'm an artist in the way I write; my poetry is an artistic outlet and a viable form of art. I'm an artist because of the music I create, both with my voice and with my flute, whether I'm alone or in a large group. I'm expressing myself and the art of the song. I'm an artist because of the photos I take; be it a quick instagram picture or a more thought out studio portrait, my pictures are art. All of this, as well as my creative attitude and outlook make me an artist. There's more than one dimension to being an artist, just like there are so many dimensions to every aspect of life. If there's something you want to be, or a skill you want to become better at, just go do it, because no one is holding you back. No one can tell you that you can't be who you want to be.
-Libby Morehouse

Day Fifty-Four: Or Whatever Day This Is

I just have to say that I'm sorry it's been so long. I did have plenty to say over the month and a half since I last posted. Some of the times I was too lazy or tired. The idea of getting my computer out after I finished homework, after rehearsal ending at 10 exhausted me. I just needed sleep and I felt overwhelmed. The stress of the semester got to me and I realized that maybe I made too big of a commitment. For my first time blogging, I shouldn't have dove in head first. I should have been more reasonable with myself. I thought that if I wrote every day it would make me a better writer, it would focus me and give me no excuse to not write. But having to write everyday became my excuse. After some time I didn't feel like it was a choice. I felt that there were posts I wrote because I felt I had to write, not that I wanted to write. It lost it's fun and exciting appeal. Blogging became more homework, and it was too heavy of a workload to deal with. I admit I should have still been writing, at least once a week, but I didn't and I regret that. There was so much that happened, and many things I wish I had written about, but being away from my blog and the screen cleared my head. I think I'll be back to blogging for now, but not every day. I don't want to keep that overbearing pressure on myself. I will write what I want, when I want to, the way I should have kept this blog in the first place.
-Libby Morehouse