I remember when I was in the fourth grade I won an art contest. It was a blue first place ribbon. I used pastels to make a butterfly. I was so proud of what I had done. I never expected to win. It certainly wasn't the best of the class. It is a memory that has stayed clear in my mind for all these years. I no longer have that ribbon nor do I have the drawing. I only have the memory of it in my head. Then life got in the way and as I grew older I never felt good enough or confident enough to pursue any of my artistic interests. Not even writing.
Although I was less than pleased with my first painting I have to say I enjoyed the process. I was excited to be brushing color onto the canvas. To be creating in a different medium. To be trying something new. I was lost in the moment of what I was doing as much as I do when I am behind my camera lens. The noise in my head began to quiet down and I lost all track of time. That is why creating is so important for me. It always helps me deal with fear and anxiety. It brings me into a moment, into the present.
I wish I knew how to do just that on my own. Until then I am glad I have found new ways to step outside of myself. I will try not to be discouraged with the product and enjoy the process. . .
Do you paint? What made you pick up that brush? What ways does creativity help you? Any advice for this newbie painter?