There’s something innate in “artists”.
Some little thing that God has put in them that makes putting the brush to the paper as simple as flipping the light switch.
I can honestly say that creativity does not come easy for me.
This isn’t to say that I don’t think I am a creative person.
I’m made in the image of the Creator.
There’s got to be a little bit of creativity in me.
It just means it takes a lot of thought and a lot of “dumb luck” to get a good shot or to paint those stinking flowers.
But my goodness it’s fun.
It hasn’t always been fun.
I was the kid that got Cs in art class.
Mostly because I would get so behind on projects – aiming for the myth of perfection.
Recently I’ve been realizing that my finished products don’t have to be the best, perfect, or even good.
And that is so freeing.
I’m not a professional.
My goal isn’t to be a successful painter, photographer, or interior designer.
My Etsy shop is not coming soon.
But my goal is to enjoy beautiful things.
To consciously look for beauty in the everyday.
To try something new.
To appreciate and enjoy the talents that God has given everyone instead of being bitter or jealous about them.
And to live a life that isn’t torn down by being the best or perfect.