I’ve been dabbling with art since I can remember. My parents enrolled me in an art classes starting at least when I was nine or ten, perhaps earlier, but that’s the first art class I remember clearly. We met at a library and did a lot with crayola markers and pencils. I remember being hooked when I figured out how to draw the little drips of wax on a burning candle and drawing lots of burning candles after that.
As a teenager I got to start painting with acrylics, which was the medium of choice for my art teacher at the time, and I’m glad it was because I love the versatility of acrylics and the way they can be adapted for so many mixed media and other projects other than painting.
They lay untouched for 5 or 6 years, along with all my brushes, paints, palette knives and so forth.
Five or six years!
What stopped me from painting?
The canvasses were expensive, at least, to replace them would be, and I was afraid that I’d paint something that wasn’t “good” and thereby “ruin” them.
Somewhere along the path of learning art, I’d also absorbed value judgments for art.
What a minute, Anna, are you saying there’s no such thing as good and bad art?
Well, sort of. Art can be misused just like all sorts of other things intended for good can be misused. I guess what I want to say is there’s no such thing as a good or bad type of art. Nor is there art intended for a good reason that one could say is “bad.” (See, my art is all awesome! I declare it so).
Plus, when we use these terms “bad” art and “good” art, we’re usually referring to some level of skill that we perceive as good or bad, or, and most often I think, when we don’t like something, we call it “bad.”
Of course, Picasso was viewed as “bad” by his contemporaries.
See somewhere along the line, we’ve gotten the idea that art is something that can be judged as skilled or un-skilled and therefore “worthy” or “unworthy” as opposed to seeing art for what it truly is…
…the conversation of the soul.
The pictures in this post are some thoughts from my soul. #1 is the first painting I tried when I finally decided that I either needed to risk “ruining” my canvasses or give away my art supplies. #2 is the second take on abstract flowers. #3 we fast forward a couple of years to my response to and desire to have some memorial to a miscarried pregnancy. And #4 is still sitting on my easel. I can’t decide whether or not it’s done.
What about you? Where do you express creativity?
Where are you afraid to express your creativity? What’s your blank canvas that you’re afraid to “ruin”?
If, “art is the conversation of the soul” (quoth ME!), what’s your soul saying?
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