I took a couple art classes in high school. I didn’t enjoy much about those four years, but art was one of the few classes I looked forward to each day. We had to keep an art journal to write about the inspiration for our pieces. I haven’t opened it in years and forgot what was inside. I found doodles, many drawings of eyes, charcoal portraits, strange faces, ink drawings, and painting/drawing assignments.
Looking through the journal I was reminded of my love for art. I forgot how important it once was to me! Drawing made me so happy and let me express myself in ways that I couldn’t then. I wrote “art is my passion” on a photo collage assignment. How did I forget that? I focused on so many other things in the last few years and set art aside. My husband, family and friends encouraged me to be more creative, but I didn’t make time for it.
I was inspired a couple months ago, so I took out some paints and canvas paper. It had been a long stressful morning and I needed to clear my head. It was nothing special, but it felt great. A couple weeks later I took out my paints again and a watercolor palette for Jackson. We painted together for a while and I finished while he played in the next room. It turned out exactly as I had imagined it. It felt like this is what I am supposed to be doing! Making the time to paint, draw, take photos, use my hands to create.
The last few weeks I have been painting a lot. I needed a bigger journal. I started this blog to keep track of all my art and I’m sure lots of other random things as well. I don’t know what took me so long to get back to being creative, but I am so excited to see where it takes me.