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title: Making Noisy into Quiet
url: https://lucybellwood.com/making-noisy-into-quiet/
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<blockquote class="wp-block-quote"><p>I don’t really care what I’m doing for money so long as I can write. And not write like I want a job writing copy, write like I sit down most days in my underwear and make noisy into quiet.</p></blockquote>



<p>This <em>phrase</em>. Making noisy into quiet. I love it.</p>



<p>I scrambled out of the house yesterday with the words “If I don’t go to the studio and make headway on this project I’ll have a panic attack”. Dramatic, yes, but also probably true. </p>



<p>It feels like dying sometimes to watch the time I’d set aside to go make art slip through my fingers, gnawed at by obligation and muddle and distraction. But when I got to the studio, this little space I’m carving into something that feels nourishing and calm, I exhaled everything and sat down and the work was just easy and focused and joyful.</p>



<figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img loading="lazy" src="https://lucybellwood.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/IMG_9432-1024x732.jpeg" alt="A light, airy studio space with a white desk, an office chair, and a flat file. There are pieces of art tacked to the walls and two windows looking out onto greenery. There's a white futon couch against one wall and a Persian rug on the floor." class="wp-image-7146" srcset="https://lucybellwood.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/IMG_9432-1024x732.jpeg 1024w, https://lucybellwood.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/IMG_9432-300x215.jpeg 300w, https://lucybellwood.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/IMG_9432-768x549.jpeg 768w, https://lucybellwood.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/IMG_9432-1536x1099.jpeg 1536w, https://lucybellwood.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/IMG_9432-2048x1465.jpeg 2048w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px"></figure>



<p>Moments like that it feels as if I’m doing something right.</p>



<blockquote class="wp-block-quote"><p>A weird thing people sometimes say to me is “I wish I was as [free, ok being alone, adventurous] as you” and I always want to say, “I’ve always been [lonely, anxious, scared] throughout any of it” but I think they’d think I meant it wasn’t worth it or that I was trying to teach them a lesson. What I mean is just that I didn’t trade an unhappy thing for a happy thing. I just found some balance.</p></blockquote>



<p>(I <em>really</em> like Amanda Oliver’s <a rel="noreferrer noopener" href="https://tinyletter.com/decorouslines" target="_blank">newsletter</a>.)</p>