This morning on Facebook I saw the following:
"Everyone is born creative. Everyone is given a box of crayons in kindergarten. Then when you hit puberty they take the crayons away and replace them with dry, uninspiring books on algebra, history, etc. Being suddenly hit years later with the "creative bug" is just a wee voice telling you, 'I'd like my crayons back, please.'" Hugh MacLeod
Oh my goodness, did this resonate with me. And, no, I am not saying that there is not place for algebra or history and that these studies are necessarily dry and dull. What I am saying is that I recognize that some one took away my crayons and left me with the notion that I should be spending my time studying exclusively and not following my urge to create.
Many years later I did heed the 'wee voice' asking for my crayons back. And I got them. And paint. And printing ink. And more mediums and papers and canvases than you can shake a paint brush at!
And now I follow where my creative urge leads me. I explore different methods of making art and different media. I take classes. When I am not practicing art I am reading about art, or thinking about making art.
I am reaching for my 'crayons' all the time now.
And guess what? I feel better!