I was disappointed.
I wanted the star to say "Super Artist." I felt that that was my true talent, not writing, which is more of a chore for me. I have an older brother who is a gifted writer, and I've watched him sit at a typewriter and effortlessly craft a short story.
It's funny how our self-perceptions as children shape our adult lives. I still don't look at myself as this "super writer." Even writing a blog post can seem daunting. But here I am, 548 posts later.
I know that many of you can relate to this feeling of inadequacy, and it keeps you from pursuing things in your life that bring joy and fulfillment. This is particularly poignant in the arts arena. So many creative years are lost because people feel that they are not a good enough writer, artist, dancer, or musician.
Honing one's craft involves taking risks. And, often times, these risks are witnessed by others. It's a vulnerable and scary part of the creative process, yet it can also be so exciting and rewarding.
This week, I took a risk with an art work. I took a finished painting of a mountain scene and started squirting tubes of neon paint all over it. My husband looked on in horror.
It was spontaneous, and I could have lost two days of work.
But, now I have a painting I absolutely love and a little bit more courage to take the next risk that comes my way.
|Symphony, 12 x 12 inches, mixed media on birch panel.|