New Beginnings

Before I continue writing more blog entries and random 3am thoughts and personal POVs, I think I should let you know more about why this space, this blog, exists in first place.

Though, don’t expect this to be a proper polished introduction, because I am terrible, terrible at presentations and first impressions. But I promise once we get through the awkward introduction phase, you will probably like me more. (or maybe not, I can’t promise anything)

So, where to begin?

I’m a writer, visual designer, oil painter, digital illustrator, storyteller, photographer and video editor.

And I think I like to say I’m all of that instead of just saying “I’m an artist”, because for a long time I’ve avoided calling myself that- even though that’s basically what I do, and have being doing most of my life, both as a hobby and professionally.

I used to be artistic and creative all the time while growing up.

My mind has always been plagued with vivid images and thoughts that I’ve felt compelled to materialize in any media, shape or form.

The first thing I ever did was writing. As soon as I learned to hold a pen and had enough vocabulary to express my inner monologues, I started to fill notebooks and journals like there was no tomorrow. I crafted stories, I wrote my random thoughts, I vomited all fragments of imaginary things that only existed inside my head.

But then I started to experiment with other media and moved more into the illustrating and painting part of me. I did for a while Oil painting, Pastels, Acrylics, Watercolors until some people (saddly some were my own teachers and classmates) were emphatic on how untalented I was with the colors, shapes and brushes and that I shouldn’t waste my time on that.

I also tried in my teens to do some photography and video recording or filmmaking with my primitive cellphone of the early 2000’s. Back before Vine, Tiktok and Youtube were a thing, I recorded stuff, sometimes funny, sometimes coherent, sometimes just random.

But then again I was strongly advised to stop it, for that could only be a hobby and I was giving it more importance than my school subjects, and my homeworks, which were the main stuff I should have been focusing on and not my nonsense artistic side quests.

Nevertheless, the only thing I kept doing almost daily was writing. Maybe not stories, and maybe more personal journaling, but I couldn’t stop. Writing felt natural, almost inevitable, like breathing.

Until I stopped that too.

Not because I fell out of love with it. If anything, I loved it too much. I cared so much about doing it well that I started convincing myself I wasn’t good enough to take it seriously. Or maybe I was scared I wasn’t good enough and I would never be.

In college I had peers who were real amazing writers and it came so easy and effortless to them, that it made me feel like I wasn’t one of them. They curiously never said anything was wrong with my writing but they never praised it either and I thought, if they’re not praising it, it’s because it’s hideous and I am not as good as them and will never be.

And yes, I have to say, during that era I was pretty damaged and unhealed and that was driving my subconscious in self sabotage mode, but I wasn’t aware of it and wouldn’t be for quite some years.

Sadly, I stepped away from artistic endeavours for years. Thinking more about doing creative projects rather than actually doing them.

Fortunately, now I’ve gone through some hell of a healing journey that has made me shift my mindset and has helped me accepting my talent and my areas of opportunity without feeling hopeless and helpless.

Long story short, I’ve realized recently that I can’t wait until I feel ready, talented enough or confident enough to start.

I’ve realized that I need to start now as I am, messy, imperfect and pivoting and working it out along the way.

This is where this blog, and my art shop, and social media come in.

In this public forums you’ll read and watch videos about my ongoing journey. Not in a perfectly curated way, not in a perfect planned narrative because the story isn’t finished yet. I am writing my story as I go along. This is me rebuilding my life as a creative artistic life in real time, without waiting anymore for anyone’s approval nor praise.

Some posts and videos will be personal. Some will be reflective. Some might feel like diary entries that accidentally became essays. And others will document the strange process of trying to turn creativity into something sustainable — emotionally and financially.

If you’ve ever felt like you lost a part of yourself somewhere along the way, you might understand why this matters to me.

And if you’re also starting over in some way, you’ll probably feel at home here.

This is my second beginning.
And I’m documenting it as it happens.

If this resonated with you and you want to keep in touch, feel free to join my email list.

I share personal stories, thoughts on creativity, healing, and art—and I’d love to connect with you there.

You’re not alone. You never were.
You’re not late. You’ve still got time.

Love you, 

Ery Falco

RELATED LINKS

Check out my mixed media project about my self identity and neurodivergence crisis here: All of my cages are mental

Are you an artist interested in creating your personal brand on social media? Check out this is the course I took to learn how to do so.

Would you like to buy any art prints of mine I? Go here to my online shop

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