For the purpose of this article, the responsibilities of balancing being creative and having a regular job would be explored. Even though it is often agreed that finding any form of balance would always be a lifelong process of learning, relearning and unlearning, there are ways we can ensure more productivity and less burnout as a ‘working creative’.
We understand that a steady mental health as a creative is as important as putting your best into every work. And that’s why we collaborated with @_nostostherapy to curate 7 platforms that would support creatives on their mental health journey. Read:
Realms – an otherworld dominated by the practice of sorcery or witchcraft; the use of spells to control, influence and manipulate real-life events. Some call it voodoo, we call it realms and others refer to it as juju but we are more interested in what YOU call it – in what it means to you. Have you experienced it before or know someone who has?
Coding is a skill that can be used by all creatives. Even if you don’t want to be a programmer yourself, coding is an incredibly useful tool for creating websites, apps and other tools that will help you sell your work.
Read our tips on how Creatives can maximise coding as a skill or to promote their creative inclinations.
The best thing about technological transformation is that it keeps opening up new ways for Creatives to get discovered.
Read this article under our #CreativeLifeBalance Series on how you can remain creative in a technology-driven world.
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Lucky enough to be a poet, stories seek me out, not through the avenue of plot, but that of awe (& other emotional pathways). The journey is not often predetermined, & when it is, it is still nebulous enough to elicit a sense of wandering through images, and sentences.
Creativity is a skill that can be developed. If there’s one thing we know from three years of surrounding ourselves with creatives, it’s that everyone has the potential to create something amazing!
My song of rebirth tuned in,
Accompanied by the whine and wine,
Of bullets and blood, and the drumbeats
Born again without my mother this time, Nature was to nurture me. My wounds grew bigger and all they could feed on was salt,
From where I am, I have touched the eagle in flight. And memory will not erase this sight. I soften the pace to my destination. And stand too, to listen to this morning’s oration.