“When Life Feels Louder than Art” – Artist’s Notebook #2
Hello besties!
My titles come from my mood. And this week, I want to talk about life noisiness.
For me, it is art; for you, it can be something different, but the point is how we can make a space for our things. Most of the time, life feels louder than the art, and if I do not do something to stop it, I am missing inside the loud. But what if I take advantage of life's loud? I mean it. Just think for a minute. I cannot pretend everything is in peace and perfect since it is not. Lol. But what if it also is a joy? All mess, noises, responsibilities, etc., you can add everything to it.
I want to feel it. I do not want to avoid anything like never happened or never felt like that before. I am pretty sure that these events pull me somewhere different, which is good. Like I want to be on the way, I want to be productive, I want to be an artist... hello princess! Wake up! If you want something, life feels louder than just art, louder than YOU! Move, dream, take a break, move again, breathe, but it will happen all the time. negative things, noisy side of life, bad feelings, unmotivating, … I am backing the first point, take advantage of those feelings. Let them be with you.
There are days when art doesn’t just live in my studio — it follows me everywhere. The color of the sky, the way coffee steam curls in the morning, the shadow of a stranger’s face — all of it feels like it belongs on paper. Those are the days when art is not just something I do; it’s the lens I see life through.
It can feel overwhelming sometimes, like carrying around too much intensity. I’ll be in the middle of dinner, listening to music, or walking past a bookstore, and suddenly I’m thinking about how I’d draw that moment. Everything turns into a sketch in my head before it even has the chance to just be.
But there’s beauty in it, too. Because when art feels like everything, it reminds me that I’m alive and noticing. I’m not on autopilot. I’m paying attention to colors, to stories, to people. And maybe that’s the gift of it: the way art refuses to let me be numb to the world.
When art feels like everything, it’s heavy and light at the same time. It reminds me that my job isn’t only to make — it’s also to see.
Try it. Even though you know the truth, habits need to be practiced. It takes time, but it is worth it.
Lately, I’ve also been wrapped up in The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides. It’s haunting and unsettling in the best way — a story that lingers even when I’m not reading. I catch myself thinking about the characters, the silences, and the weight of what isn’t said. It feels connected to how I think about art: sometimes it’s not what you show, but what you leave unsaid that makes it powerful. I like to be curious about the next page feeling. It is one of my Seyma features.
Breaking News: Senior Year Begins!
Classes officially started this week, and I actually feel good… as long as I remember to focus on what I’m supposed to do. 😂 I met new professors (so far, so good), and it was kind of funny seeing the same familiar faces but now in totally different classes—like we just can’t escape each other. The best part? I am officially a senior. Yep, it’s happening. Do I feel completely ready for it? Not really. Do I think we’ll somehow figure it out? Absolutely. Lol, we got this.
Oh, and in true chaotic timing, I’m sneaking away for a little trip to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. When I get back, it’s going to be a sprint to catch up with everything—but hey, sounds like senior right?
Okay, that’s enough making fun of it for now. 😂 Honestly, we’ll see what happens in life and in classes—I’m just out here being a student, figuring it out as I go. Fingers crossed for the ride. I’m cominggg! And if you’re still here reading, thanks for being here with me.
Love,
Seyma
