Take Time for Creativity
For the first time in almost 2 years, I am able to mentally settle down enough to look through and work in my altered books. My soulmate-best friend, who came to me late in life and at exactly the right time, is an art therapist. For yeeeears, she ♥harassed ♥me to craft with her and I REFUUUUUUSED- unwilling AND uncertain that I could produce anything enjoyable or respectable. My first surrender to her art torture was a collage. I actually created a vision board(which feels queer for me to even say) and in the hours and days of harvesting suitable images, I discovered what was important to me, about me. I fell in love with the process. With anything I “create”, I tend to be critical and ambivalent about my finished work.(Previously learned, self-limiting attitudes I am now unlearning) When I look at anything drawn, colored, painted, copied, pasted, or even cooked by me, I can see the white knuckles and the fear all over it, my intensity– and that WAS painful to acknowledge. I do not love being intense…but now I own it and enjoy closeness with those who appreciate it and distance from those who judge. It is how and who I am. In-tense! (more…)