As a professional artist and an exciting creativity facilitator Cheryl Jones Evans will ignite your exuberant, expressive creative self. She is a passionate well-seasoned leader with more than 28 years in all facets of the visual arts industry and 18 years of creativity facilitating. Cheryl holds a BA in Arts Management (UMASS) has been listed with Florida Department of Cultural Affairs as a presenter, the Creativity Coaching Association, the Florida Arts in Education Association, and the National Independent Artists Association. She served on the City of Casselberry Parks and Recreation Advisory Board as the Arts liaison and currently serves on the Leesburg Center for the Arts board as the director of Artistic Community Building. She actively facilitates The Central Florida Artist’s Way Group, has instructed classes at a small private college, conducts weekend creativity seminars, and regularly facilitates other spiritually based creative and art marketing classes with arts organizations all over the state of Florida.
Oh....and she actively, passionately, constantly CREATES!
Thursday, March 3, 2016
I recall the very first time I read “The Artist’s Way” and got to the section on the enemy within. It had a huge impact on me. It was the first “self-help” book I had read, (and believe me, I have read a zillion of them) that had some relationship to my life.
The author, Julia Cameron records a list of core negative beliefs held by creatives and the bell in my head goes off like I am a game show winner, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding. Her list read like a grocery list.
Everyone will hate me-CHECK…
I can’t spell-CHECK…
I don’t have good enough ideas-BIG CHECK
and the list went on. It all hit home.
However…nothing hit home more than question # 3 in the back of chapter. Identify the monsters (people) that are responsible for your core negative beliefs. It was the first time I was given permission to acknowledge that there were people I loved and people I trusted that had done hurtful things that negatively influenced my creative adult life.
As I name them one by one, my monsters climb out from under the bed, they crack the closet door and tip-toe out. There they all stand in row, small and powerless. I am not saying that the years of self-destruction created by the fear they produced would immediately go away, but for the first time in my life, I felt like I had found a big spray can of monster repellant and I am not afraid to use it!