And so begins my love affair with blogger and my journey into art.livejournal and myspace just weren't doing it for me - especially as a place to share and organize my pictures and my art the way I want. Over the past few months, I've been trying to place a little more importance on my creativity and discover a way to present my creative side with a little more flair and "professionalism". Just seeing the way this first entry looks so far, I think it's a safe bet to say that I'm hooked.
I've always had a love for creating, but art always needed a "purpose" in my mind. Making a card or a collage or something as a gift for someone was acceptable, but the idea of creating and sharing my work for fun was totally incomprehensible. True art, in my mind, was something that only truly gifted people should attempt. I don't have "art genes" in my family - no history of successful/professional sculptors, painters, or textile-makers. I've never had any formal or informal art instruction, save for one outside-of-school drawing class in my grade school years. My early attempts at creating were hindered by varied unintentional negative reactions at my projects as they were in the beginning stages. (Comments from people who didn't even realize I was
trying to make something!) So, I allowed myself to create but put strict limitations on what that meant.
I loved drawing and received many positive comments over the years by people who happened to glance my way, but I dismissed this all as politeness. I didn't consider my work "Art" and insisted on negating the compliments... "Oh, it's just a doodle" or "It's alright, I guess." I kept my work private - doodling in notebooks during boring classes, drawing in sketch books in the privacy of my bedroom. Drawing was a release. It helped me through some pretty rough spots in my adolescence... but it was always a personal activity. I'm sure I shared things with my sister, but my art definitely wasn't something I was ever truly proud of or cared to show off or display.
Until recently, my boyfriend has been the only person with whom I've ever truly shared my on-going love of art. Every Valentine's Day since the first year we were together, I would purchase a sketch pad and try to fill it with drawings and collages... and then present the completed book along with a new blank one the following year. (Note that I
still hadn't gotten past the hidden-in-a-book idea!) He's not much of creative person himself, but he has always provided me with the encouragement and constructive criticsm that I've needed. I think it's because of him and his support that my views of sharing myself are finally beginning to change. I'm starting to realize that maybe my sister hasn't always been my cheerleader only out of familial obligation. ;P
Over the past year or so, I've started unleashing my creativity. I'm trying to learn about new tools and techniques and how to work with different mediums. I took my first "official" class a couple of months ago... granted it was just a free scrapbooking class, but it's a step! I'm finally breaking free of the notion that everything has to start with a definite plan and end in perfection. That things don't always work the way you hoped or expected... and that this is O.K.
I'm finally beginning to feel free to play around with all of the materials I've been collecting over the years (with the intention of using "someday"). I moved the entire contents of my "craft closet" halfway across the country with me! These bits-n-pieces are the basis for my new journey... turning unwanted scraps and nic-nacs into art for the home.
Welcome to the life of Re*Create!