
I'm participating in Jamie's
book blogging group,
The 12 Secrets of Highly Creative Women: A Portable Mentor
by Gail
McMeekin. It's not too late for you to join in! You might remember in November, I also did the
Soul Coaching one.
Secret #1 is acknowledging that you are creative. This is a hard concept for most people; harder for women, I think. I truly believe that everyone is creative--you just need to find your passion.
I have been creative since I was young. I learned how to crochet and loved to craft. But I never thought I was creative. We lived in a small town with a small school system. You didn't take art classes unless you tested for "Gifted Art." My sister was spotted early on by her elementary school teacher. I was not. I was the academic one (perils of being the oldest child in a first generation Vietnamese family) and she was the artistic one.
Funny how easy it is to get boxed in by labels. My parents wholly supported my sister's artistic endeavors. They bought her art supplies, saved every single one of her art projects (the macaroni has been eaten off the pictures), and went to all of her art shows. They were even
ok that she majored in photography in college!
I struggled with my love for theatre and the desire to please my parents by studying computer info systems. I double majored in both until I couldn't stand the business classes required by my
CIS major. Telling them I dropped the
CIS major was quite an ordeal. Theatre wasn't practical! As you know, every Asian family wants their children to be a doctor, lawyer, or computer nerd.
Where I am going with this? My senior year i college, I took an art class. In the
art department.
Never mind that it was a freshman level class. A real
bona fide art class. I got to buy charcoal, 5 different kinds of drawing pencils and acrylics.
I took the evening class, so there were many non-traditional students. At first I felt like an idiot in the class. How was I supposed to hold my pencil? Mix my acrylics? My professor didn't tell how to use my art supplies. When he told us to paint a
grayscale with our acrylics, I thought he was crazy! What kind of teacher was he? He didn't even tell me how to use the acrylics? What do I thin it with? Did I need
gesso?
How was I supposed to learn how to use acrylic paints if he didn't tell me what do? What if I did it wrong? But he would just smile and tell me to do the project (he did explain a
grayscale to us). So I just had to do it. Figure out how to use it.
It was the best decision I ever made. I realize now that our professor didn't limit us by telling us the right and wrong way to make art. He gave us the very basics (and color theory) and told us to create. Thanks his class I realized that I could be an artist. That I was creative! (
Nevermind that my major was costume design for the theatre). Back then my definition of creativity and artistic was very traditional.
I
promptly signed up for the next class in the series with the same professor. Since then, I knew I had always been creative. Recently, my struggle is finding balance for creativity amid work and family. The paintings above was my final project for my art class. It's based on color theory (if you ask me what I did, I have no idea!). It's called
Windows to the Soul (they look like window panes, get it?)
What about you? Do you think you're creative? What keeps you going and creating?