I’ve always been accused of being creative … but I’m not. Not at all. I cannot come up with anything on my own. I’ve tried. When assigned a project in school that required me to be creative – science project, English essay, music composition – I would become paralyzed with fear and fall apart.
I am, however, artistic. I love to fix problems by making boring things attractive, confusing things understandable, and to inspire with wit, inspiration, exhortation and encouragement.
When I was little, I loved to watch my dad sketch objects with his stubby square sketching pencil that he would sharpen with a knife. He made my brother, Brad, and me amazing Halloween and school play costumes out of fabric, paper-mache, foil, cardboard… I used to beg him to carve a young man’s face, with pronounced brow bones and nose, out of an apple. He’d set the finished project on the window sill to dry and everyday for weeks we would watch as the young apple face aged into a grumpy old man’s face.
In junior high I took journalism class and learned how to write and layout articles and ads for our monthly school newsletter. I learned about white space, consistency with color, font, balance and theme.
In high school I was the yearbook editor and had several of my articles published in the local paper where I got a job my senior year.
My major at Bethany University was Communication Arts, focusing on journalism, creative writing, public speaking, public relations and marketing. Through the years, I’ve been able to use my talent, education and passion for artistic communication throughout my career as well as for my church and various non-profit organizations.
“Where are you going with this?” one may ask.
I’m going to be 50 this year and I need a new creative outlet. After a move and a time of unemployment, I had to accept a job that gives me no opportunity to use my creative side, the very thing that keeps me going, that gives me joy and purpose, that makes me shine.
I think my daughter sensed this so on Dec 4, the day before my 49th birthday, she treated me and her best friend Katrina to Sipping N’ Painting, a two hour class where an instructor guides you through all of the steps of a featured painting on 16 x 20 canvas. I was so excited. The painting was a wintery evergreen scene, my favorite. I was in heaven.
There were around 30 of us in the class and as it came to a close, we walked around and admired the variety of interpretations taken from the class instructions. From the photo above, you can see how different our three paintings are.
I’m a beginner, at 49, but I caught the bug. Since then I have been watching YouTube videos by a variety of gifted painters to get tips on style, technique and proper tools. I’ve been investing in Liquitex acrylic paint, paint brushes and pallet knives. And my son bought me a portable French easel. I’m too scared to do another 16 x 20 canvas painting yet so I’ve been practicing on 9 x 12 canvas paper.
My new hobby is on hold until I recover from shoulder surgery but I’m excited to use this artistic outlet to study, practice and create paintings that will hopefully improve over time and maybe one of my finished products will enjoy a place on someone’s wall someday.
Update: My son just reminded me that he has one of my paintings on his wall as well as my mom (who has my first painting of the wintry scene on her wall) and my husband who has a misty forest scene. But they were all just being encouraging…
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