Baobab wrote:Then you reach a certain age, usually round about 11 or 12 years old, and you want everything you draw to be a life-like representation, and if it isn’t you say to yourself, “I can’t do that. I’m rubbish at art.”
mark the compost elf wrote: i ve recently discovered the pyrography iron - good gods its the perfect destructive paint brush!!
Leaflady wrote:Our society has strangely put so many forms of self-expression beyond the average person just by somehow making us think they are for "professionals."
It is true of music too. Once upon a time, so many people played an instrument. Now almost the only thing left of that mindset is kids with their guitars who get together and jam just for fun. We need more of this sort of thing for everyone!
when I was that age, if somebody said "you're not going out dressed like that" would I run off upstairs and change? Uh, no. If I was expounding my latest political stance and somebody told me I was talking rubbish, did it make me crawl under a stone to reconsider my viewpoint? Absolutely not. If anything, it helped me (in a backhanded sort of way) to work at developing my essential self.
Romelia wrote:It’s interesting in your analogy of the above. Could it be that perhaps what we do in these instances is wear a mask, something that we feel safe to believe in, or helping us blend with where and who we think we should be? I think we become quite defensive about our art/creations as they are a product of our true self’s, who we really are.
Perhaps reflecting our individual meaning and beliefs. As adults we lose our innocence a veil lifts and we see the darker side of life as we start to experience it. The inner child is always there, but as adults we hide it and protect it, so it can’t be taken away or hurt.
Sonja wrote:I think very often the hardest thing is to allow oneself again to be non-perfect (only to then realize that you are perfect in a completely different way than you thought).
I think that engaging with art making creates the conditions needed for your soul to find its own expression in your waking reality. There is a different quality to the very concrete and real image that you have in front of you after art making than from the inner image of the dream or meditation, but I reckon it arises from the same source. In the opening paragraph of Art as Medicine, Shaun McNiff says, “Whenever illness is associated with loss of soul, the arts emerge spontaneously as remedies, soul medicine. Pairing art and medicine stimulates the creation of a discipline through which imagination treats itself and recycles its vitality back to daily living.” Imagine that. A self-regulating system of healing that we all possess, but which many of us actively suppress by judging ourselves as being ‘not good enough at’ to even let happen. I think that is very interesting.
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