feed your soul
after many months of not completing a painting
worth framing, i was happy to take home these
funny birds chillin' under a riot of blossoms. i
personally think that a person's art is a little glimpse
into her soul, and for me, my brush art definitely
caters to the charming whimsical side. i'm drawn
to cute creatures and bright colors when i paint–
it's simply what i love and lifts my spirits.
when writing, i reveal much more darkness and
angst. my writing is more grown up than my
paintings. 8) even then, i have very little interest
in writing from an adult's perspective: marriage,
children, grown up responsibilities and worries. why?
i live this! and all my artistic endeavors are about
escapism, catering to the sides of me that aren't
expressed so often in day to day life.
i honestly believe that art and fostering your
creative side is so good for the soul. i actually call
it art therapy. this is my tenth year as a brush painting
student, and it's been a wonderful journey for me.
it's amazing how that decade flew by. i never considered
myself artistic when i was younger. i remember drawing
"still lifes" in pencil of my mini schnauzer, my stuffed
animals, and even one of my walkman (haha!) but that
was the extent of my interest. it wasn't really encouraged
by my parents. writing wasn't, either. they were just
hobbies that i did on my own.
this year, i'm volunteering for the bubs' art class.
their new school has a dedicated art teacher (so
wonderful) who has her own studio. she asked me
yesterday to help with the annual student art show.
each student chooses one project they are most proud
of to display, and the show is on for two days, catered
with coffee and pastries–all fancy and a big deal.
i think this is wonderful! a show really lets the children
understand what it feels like to display your work, to
feel accomplished and acknowledged, and also to place
importance on art. because i think it truly is important
to a child's growth and development, to encourage that
creativity.
it's when the magic happens.