Yes, that’s right – we are all artists.
For the majority of my life (about 29.75 of my 30 years on this planet to be exact), I have disregarded myself as an “artist”.
To me, the word artist points towards the pretty picture of a woman dressed in assorted colour, balancing delicately on the balls of her feet whilst taking a poised drag from her cigarette as she gets busy plastering generous blobs of paint onto the canvas before her, manipulating it with fine brushstrokes (and great ease) into vivid abstract patterns and stunning sunsets.
This image clearly points towards the traditional (perhaps archaic?) vision of an artist – a painter, a drawer, a sculptor – which is fascinating since I have always been a writer yet, never considered that as a form of “art” until recently.
To add to this, for years and years I didn’t even think that I could draw. I would always say things like: “I wish I could draw,” or “You are such a great painter – I don’t have any artistic skill whatsoever!”
I would say: “I wish I could learn to draw,” yet I would never pick up a pencil to attempt a sketch and I wouldn’t go anywhere near the art section in the stationery stores – it would only make me feel bad about my creative shortcomings.
Then one day earlier this year (during a particularly rough and depressive period in my life) something came over me and I drew this:
I was completely gob-smacked. I had no idea where it came from.
It was in that moment that I realized I was holding onto beliefs about myself that were not serving me. I had been aware of a multitude of negative beliefs I held about myself for quite some time such as: I am ugly, fat, useless, boring, not creative, a black and white thinker, with a too-big nose and flat hair, and most certainly NOT an artist of any kind!!!
That face proved to me that I had been living life all wrong. For years and years, I had let negativity about my own self consume and control the decisions that directly influenced the direction of my precious life. The face proved to me that we are all artists.
A few months previous to the drawing of the face, I had stumbled across what I call creative journaling: the act of creatively reflecting upon my own life (to make sense of it all) and actively envisioning my dreams (to manifest my chosen future). I see it as a combination of written, and visual journaling such as art journaling, envisioning and collaging.
At the time, I had found an online course about journaling and decided on a whim to enrol. It is amazing how just one decision can have such a profound effect on one life because nothing has really been the same for me since then.
Sure, there are always hard times, and there have been times since where nothing seemed to be going right. But I tell you now, with a hand on my heart, that everything is different now – inside and out.
Creative journaling has become the driving force for making positive change in my life. I have uncovered so much hidden potential in me; I have learned things about myself that were unexpected and I now have a much clearer vision of my who I am and what my purpose is in this world.
We are all artists at heart.
It is not about being able to create magnificent pieces of mastery artwork, or being able to sell art and live as an artist. I believe that we all have the capacity to be creative thinkers and use our superpowers to create the life we have always dreamed of. We are all artists: we can all achieve what we deem to be impossible or beyond belief.
soulARTZ is my commitment to my continuing journey and learning about life, creativity and art and I hope you will join me for the next stage in this adventure!
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