On Monday, I put thought into action.
I’ve generally seen myself as a non creative person. I have a hard time chipping in ideas when placed on the spot and when I look around my room, I don’t see any artist outlet. (Which maybe due to the fact that I haven’t had an empty room to fill on my own, yet.)
However, I’ve already always wanted to be a creative person.
I like using my hands and making something.
Perhaps, it’s the stigma of artists.
To some extent, I am an artist because I write and for the most part, writing is seen as artistic and creative. Especially, since I’ve created stories out of a blank page of paper.
Artist tend to have a look. In the 90s, I feel like you knew who an artist was by the way their presented themselves. Now, in 2013, I feel like artists are linked to hipsters or the personal of a hipsters…. Meanwhile, those not fitting that quo seem less artistic.
All having to do with their outward appearance and now the essence of their being.
Personally, I think all people are creative. In all different kind of ways. They can be creative in almost every area of their lives. It’s just a different kind.
What I am finding is most creativity is not acknowledged. Or in my case, not put into action. For a long time, I’ve kept from doing things because I didn’t myself artistic/creative, which obviously (in my head) meant, I cannot do something creative.
I cannot buy paint and paint a canvas – it’s foreign… it’s not me.
However, I’ve been changing that thought process lately. I’m getting into my creative side and I’m expanding the way I work.
On Monday, I had a fun time dyeing a dress from white to purple! Most of it was chill time, waiting for the dye to sink in, but it was still great.
When it was finished, all I wanted to do was show it off because I don’t do this often. I wanted others to celebrate in my accomplishment, because in my mind, I stepped out of my normal habits.
And you know what? It felt good!! :)