I always said I was no good at art


Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

– Pablo Picasso

Hey, Lovelies.

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

Hi! I'm Nicole Cody. I am a writer, psychic, metaphysical teacher and organic farmer. I love to read, cook, walk on the beach, dance in the rain and grow things. Sometimes, to entertain my cows, I dance in my gumboots. Gumboot dancing is very under-rated.
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5 thoughts on “I always said I was no good at art

  1. I’m glad you’ve got into art. I’ve just signed up for a painting/drawing course and bought some supplies for the same reason – I like structure and order and hopefully this course will lead me to flow a little more

  2. Funny you should write these words this morning Nicole. Last night I danced with headphones on in the lounge room, to just one song over and over and over. My kids watched on as they got about their evening rituals, not knowing what song it was, thinking I had gone a bit mad. I went to bed with a smile on my face and something deeply healed inside of me. Something had unlocked and flown away💜

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