Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
– Pablo Picasso
Yesterday I made art.
This is something very new for me.
I have always considered myself no good at art. Childhood experiences left me terrified to even make marks on a page. But recently I put together some materials, signed up to a few online courses, because my Virgo self loves direction and instruction, and I began to play, with no outcomes in mind. Instead I chose to explore the process.
I decided that art can be like cooking. Something I do to nourish myself.
I decided that art can be like journalling. Something I do to explore myself.
I decided that art can be like dreaming. Something I do to reveal myself.
I decided that art can be like therapy. Something I do to heal myself.
I decided that art can be like ritual. Something I do to mindfully manifest.
It doesn’t matter if I am never ‘any good’ at art. I’m not doing it for that. I’m doing it for me. I don’t cook or journal or dream or go to therapy or create rituals to be good at them. I do them because they give my life meaning, healing and satisfaction.
How about you? Is it time you let art (or music or gardening or sewing or sculpture or beading or crafting things) be a possibility too?
Love, crayons and paint, Nicole xx