I, however, am ever curious and I continue to experiment. I venture into different territories, combine disciplines. One week I paint, the next I construct a lamp, or design and cut a stencil. Then I crochet a curtain, or a jacket. Perhaps I papier mache a mask, or a doll. I sew monoprinted pages together into a new journal. Abstract painting grabs me for a while, and then drawing faces grips me. . Finally, I write a poem decrying that I am pulled in so many directions, mainly because I have believed the conventional wisdom.
But creating a myriad of different things is OK, because I have decided that it is. I am creative because it makes ME feel good. I make art because it keeps surprising and me. End of story.