Updated December 2015 --
I’m thankful to have crossed paths with so many artists in the last few years. Though each of them come from a different place and practice art with a different medium, they all share one thing in common. When I inquire about the age they began their craft, they all reply, “Well, professionally at x years old, but I’ve been singing/painting/writing/creating since I was a child.”
“The creative adult is a child who has survived.” – Ursula K. Le Guin
As a child, I never felt like I had a particular talent. I dabbled in many mediums, but I never felt like I excelled at any of them. My sketches weren’t the best, I wasn’t an all-star point guard, and I wasn’t the prima ballerina I wanted to be. Nevertheless, I knew I was cultured.
I spent a lot of time alone. I wanted to try everything. I wanted to learn. I loved using my imagination to design and build. I’d make funky jewelry, build legos, blanket-and-chair forts. I was obsessed with music. I’d attend dance classes, learn different instruments, lock myself in my room and put my headphones on all day and night. I’d read books, talk to the characters in my head, make up storylines for my dolls and action figures. Even when I had to play with kids outside, I’d be the one making up the games. I was always creative.
As I got older, I realized I loved writing. I was one of those weird people who could write a 10 page paper in just an hour or two. I’d make lists, dig into magazines, make collages and scrapbooks. If I saw something in my mind, I’d try to put it together and make it tangible for others to see.
“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.”– Pablo Picasso
As the digital world came to life and I began using social media channels, I would create even more. My friends would always ask me to tweak their AIM profiles and design their Myspace pages. I’d snap cool iPhone pictures for my personal Instagram when Instagram wasn’t even a thing yet. All of that built up and metamorphosed into my blog. I knew saw things differently and I knew I wanted to share it with others. So I did.
The only thing more beautiful than the world we live in is the people who can see it and add to it. If you can’t create, curate. Bring together bits and pieces of the beauty you see, share it with others. Whether its through art, books, film, music, or just inspiring words you pass on to another person.