There was a time when I did not think of myself as an artist. When I told myself I couldn’t paint. I had no talent.
Life, and the willingness to let go, showed me how little I know about my creative essence.
I tried to paint in my 20s. A friend gave me a set of oils, a canvas and some brushes and said, “Try it.”
I did.
I judged myself not very good.
I quit.
In my 40s I decided to join my then 14 year old daughter in painting. She loved to paint and I wanted to do something that was uniquely ‘ours’. Her younger sister and I rode horses together. She was hyper-allergic. Why not make painting ‘our thing’.
And that’s when I learned the first lesson in The Art of Being Creatively Alive.
- Let go of your plans.
My daughter was a teenager. Painting was fun. But she had a lot of other things to do that were equally as fun — some included me, some did not. And even though my plan had been to paint with her, I fell in love with the joy of splashing paint on a canvas, with or without her. In that joy, while we don’t often paint together, we love to visit galleries and devour other artists work whenever we are together.
The second lesson has had profound ramifications in my life.
2. Don’t believe everything you tell yourself about yourself.
All my life I told myself I was a writer. I was not an artist. Committing myself to exploring my painterly ways in my 40s taught me that I was not always right. That in fact, the things I tell myself about myself are often based on my fears, not my heartfelt desire to live a true and authentic life. And, sometimes, the things I tell myself I can’t do are simply an expression of my fear of not being able to do it right or perfect.
Which brings me to the third and equally as important lesson falling in love with painting taught me.
3. Set yourself free to express yourself, without expectation of what will happen next.
The beauty of any form of creative expression is that there is no ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ way. There is simply ‘the way’ you choose to do it. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and unless you have expectations of being discovered as the next Picasso or Monet, the point of creative expression is to express, not create a masterpiece. Don’t set yourself up with expectations of what your creative expression will look like, or do or be in the world. Meaning is not found through your artistic endeavours, it’s created through the act of creating. When you live from that place of being free to express yourself, you create space for others to do so too. And in that space, the world within and around you is changed for the better
Set yourself free to express yourself and then… let the magic happen. Creative expression is one part alchemy, one part science, one part sweat and labour and all parts pure magic. When you give into the mystery and the magic, who knows what you will inspire that creates profound change in the world?
How does one fall in love with oneself?
