From as far back as I can remember I have always wanted to create art. When I was little and people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would answer boldly, “An artist!” As a child I was always seen with a paintbrush or pencil in my hand. I would sit in my cubby house after school and draw on my blackboard. When my grandparents would babysit me, I’d keep myself busy in their garage by moulding and painting sculptures out of Plaster of Paris, painting papier mâché over balloons, making woollen pom-poms, knitting scarves (my grandma taught me how to knit), painting, drawing, sticking bits of grass, flower petals and leaves onto paper, writing in my journal or dancing on the kitchen bench-top like a crazy lunatic (see exhibit A below)
My childhood was one filled with glitter, pipe cleaners, PVA glue, scrapbooks, play dough and paint. Art was my escape and the process of creating it was the most liberating thing in the world for me. This was all, of course, a long time ago… but creativity still is, and has always been, a huge part of my life. I love to express myself through writing, dance, painting, drawing, crafting and making.
This blog itself is a creative and expressive venture and a way of pushing past the fear and perfectionism. Truth be told, reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s book, Big Magic, was what inspired me to tap back into my creativity again.
Why do I write and create?
I’ve been making art my whole life and writing in journals since I was about 10 years old. Writing and creating helps me to make sense of myself and the world; I love the process. I read this quote recently and it rang true for me:
“I don’t know what I think until I write about it” Joan Didion.
Art works for me in the same way. I love the process of creating something out of nothing. I love how art helps me to cultivate new ideas that I never even knew I had. I love how it is healing and releases emotions. I love the magic and unpredictability of it. I love starting off with a blank piece of paper or canvas and the uncertainty of not knowing what the outcome will be. Creating art is fucking scary, but beautiful; it’s true freedom. When I am creating, I feel truly alive.
Art is a metaphor for life. The language of art and creativity speaks to me in ways that words cannot. Art and creativity helps me to understand who I am. Art making for me is soothing, stress reducing and a way of transcending troubling circumstances and life problems.
Creating art softens and opens up my heart and soul.
Creating art allows me to explore new ideas, concepts and perceptions.
Creating art allows me to be completely vulnerable, imaginative and free.
Creating art helps me to unlock my potential and understand the parts of myself that I wouldn’t otherwise be able to make sense of.
What does creativity, art or writing mean for you? Tell me.