Thought I needed a little reminder that I was, indeed, an artist. So I made a little painting for myself. Journaling reads: Then she decides it's time to just do it - there's nothing to be afraid of. It's just paint - the brush moves along the canvas with fluid motion and soon it has a mind of its own. And she realizes, yet again, that this is truly what she loves. The hours speed by and yet time has stopped. When you do what you love, nothing else matters, until the sun rises beyond the window panes and with the sun comes the stirring of children and so the paint must be put away until another day. Sooner next time. I PROMISE.
4 comments:
Jessie - I left you praise on 2Peas but just wanted to say that this is amazing!
Jess, I am always so appreciative when people recognize that they are artists. It is not an easy thing to admit at first, especially when you are very modest like me. Thats great that you do things to remind yourself of your abilities and let other people know what you are. Also, there is this really good book you should read called Art and Fear (i forget the author). It helped me realize that I do not have to be afraid of what I like to do. Anyways, way to go, that's scrumtrilescent
cm3, I don't know who you are, but you hit on something I've always felt about being an "artist". The modest part of me always says that "I have a creative side" or that I like "dabbling in art". Because I have chosent to be a mom first, and I don't sell my art, I tend to stop short of calling myself an artist. To say it boldly would mean that I have to find value in what I create regardless of the validation from others. A lot to think about.
hang on to your awakening dreams, Jessie. you've always been an artist, and that won't go away!
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