A wide-eyed water sign, Julia Forsyth is talented at more things than I can keep track of, but has remained so incredibly humble her entire life. There’s this homey feeling about her soul and a wildness in her face- a fire that’s constantly burning. Everything she does is built with steadiness and time. She makes art every opportunity she has, regardless of scale. In the summertime, she’ll wander around making flower crowns out of grass and dandelions. Her mind nowhere else but intertwined with each stem. She paints her own furniture and reconstructs it to her liking. And you can hear her a mile away, waltzing to the beat of her own drum and singing to it too…at whichever volume is suiting. And all of it is for the well-being of her heart, a form of therapy and belonging.
As a kid- her father, who currently spends most weekend nights playing guitar by their living room fireplace, had speakers set up all over the house. He’d wake her up every morning to the voices of musical legends; The Beatles, Stevie Wonder, The Who, and the tristate area’s beloved Billy Joel. But her grandfather and the discovery of gifted pianist, Rick Wakeman, are what inspired her to study piano. Solely in music- Julia is a teacher, pianist, vocalist, and a member of Clutch Cabin, a local band. She can play the ukulele, harmonica, trombone, euphonium, trumpet, and *mouth trumpet*.
She’s always filled every corner of her room with wonderful little trinkets, objects you’d imagine histories for. She even had an antique teacup collection at one point. I asked her about her creative process and she giggled, “It’s a mess, completely sporadic. I’m always side-tracked… You can’t just set a time and be like okay, I’m gonna draw from here to here because if I have an inspiration then I need to do it right then and there. If I don’t, it’ll leave me.” There are people who can emulate creativity, but it is within others, waiting to be awakened. Although she’s not inclined to remember verbal information, she is keen at recalling images. They’ll linger in her head until they’re warped and recreated, whether that be through pottery, embroidery, painting, etc..
She has been performing theatrically for years and just recently started directing. And while it seems that it’s been perpetually apparent that the creative route was the one she was taking, there was a point where she felt deeply confused about what to do. Most of us grew up being told we had to go to college after high school, that there was one way to do things and be successful. But that forces you to stick with one single passion and figure out how you’re going to make it fit in the general mold. Because for her, there were so many options and so much beauty she wanted to produce for the world. It made her feel like her brain had come out weird for not wanting something like college for herself. Why only one? “School tries to put structure to madness. You can’t teach creativity. It comes from within you. You have to feel everything you’re doing and put passion behind each stroke. And then it’s worth something.”