Mother of Artists | Jessenia Nauta (They/Them)
A space for your inner artist to come back home.
When I didn't have words. Art gave me a space to place them. The puzzle pieces hidden behind words, that made no sense. It gave me a place to obliterate everything, that I was attempting to obliterate within myself, without causing harm onto others.
Art, being an artist, gives you a place to rehabilitate your soul.
My process these days, has been this gentle unveiling of all the ways I forget I'm brown.
Those differences, is why I make art. It's my rebirth, for me, Jessenia Nauta, but also, the ongoing inquiry of, what would come to be? If these pieces was given the solid attention they needed growing up?
My art, is a journey of curiosity. Of what if's. That feed my spirit daily, uplifts the voices that were pushed away, and an ongoing question of…. What …Who would show up in my place? When I gave the parts that were told to go away? A place to stand?
There is a big misbelief, that you need to stress yourself out, in order to be an artist.
Art is the expression of the human spirit. It's the process. The process of being human, that a brave few, enter, to reexpress through themselves, for literally the art of it.
That is what makes you an artist.
The First Iteration was never meant to be the final masterpiece. It was also never meant to be hated, brought guilt, pushed down, and thrown away like nothing. This is a letter about creative burnout, the fear of the first brush stroke — and why your First Iteration is still beaming into your soul, waiting for you to see it.
In a world consumed by AI and digital noise, what if the most radical act was simply enjoying life? A reflection on waking up the artist that lives inside all of us. By Jessenia Nauta | somaCREATIVE™
After a significant creative burnout in 2013 — my first staff job, right out of college, boundaries weren't something anyone taught — it's taken a decade of rebuilding my creative fire to arrive at what I'm here to share.
The number one way to resolve creative burnout is by building a deeply devotional commitment to your body. Through somatics. Not intensive yoga. Not climbing Kilimanjaro. Just bringing yourself with you as you create.
Here's what that actually looks like.
Spiritual loneliness isn't a sign that something is wrong with your connection — it's a sign that the connection is waiting to be honored. This post explores how somatics opens a doorway between your inner child and your Ancestors, and why your creativity is the key.
Creative burnout starts because we are conditioned to believe we need to push our bodies aside and pick them back up once we deliver our shots.
What I found was — you don't need an intensive practice. You don't need to figure out all the yoga poses. You don't need to go fully spiritual.
A simple practice of bringing breath back into the body and inviting your inner child is enough to wake up sensation. And honestly? I've become a better artist by learning to listen to my body.
That version of me who got up from a staff job and said "fuck this, this is no longer the thing I want to be doing" — she was terrifying and necessary. She was the messy transformation.
People on social media share the final image. The clean version. The glow-up. What they don't show you is the in-between — the shaking, the not-knowing, the days where your body was the only compass you had left.
I'm here to show you the messy transformation. Because that's where the real information lives.
Fantasy is a fancy way of pretending to be alive while remaining dead inside. A reflection on commitment, Peter Pan syndrome, and why true freedom doesn't come from flying away — it comes from the roots you create.
The single most important question you need to ask yourself isn't about joy or fun. It's about life. Is this giving you life? If not, it's time to let it go — and surround yourself with what does.
Compromise is a low-key racist way of saying abandon your needs because mine are better. For marginalized people, assimilation is slow bloodletting — and the world's restoration depends on you refusing it.
The feminine was never only a woman's. A queer, Indigenous reflection on why locking the feminine into one body is a colonial wound — and what trans ancestral memory is calling us to remember.
Feeling stuck isn't a failure — it's a safe zone your body built to protect you. A reflection on what it actually means to make the first step, and why healing is less about fixing yourself and more about becoming who you already are.
Creativity isn't a hobby — it's the blood that makes you human. A reflection on why reclaiming your creative life is an act of ancestral remembrance, and why the so-called minority is being called back into the majority.
An unsponsored review of Art of Where scarves — durability, quality, and which two options I actually recommend for artists wanting to expand their art in sustainable, luxury ways. Art mom approved.