Yesterday, I went to Color Me Mine with some friends and realized something.
I am so not creative.
Well, in a painting sense.
It's kind of funny because it was my idea to go to this place and I couldn't even make up my mind on what I wanted to paint. I knew I was going to have this problem before I went there, so I made the decision beforehand to just paint a cup. A teacup would be perfectly fine because it would fuel my obsession with tea parties. I would have painted a simple teacup with just a simple design. So, that was that.
And then, I get there and there aren't any teacups! There are cups with dog faces, cups with owl faces, and so many other creative looking cups. I wanted to paint a cup because I knew the creativeness in my painting skillzz was very limited, so I decided on a cup with a cancer ribbon on it and I would paint that shiz gold and get a prize and ride home in a carriage pulled by horses.
No, I would paint that cup pink and that ribbon purple. And, that would be that.
Then, I considered a plate, a mermaid, a bowl, and a frog looking thing. But I couldn't do those because I didn't know what to paint on there. (Colors, would be a good start).
Finally, my friends and I decided we would all just paint one thing together.
So, this is that.
For all you creative minds out there, I think we can agree that trying to be creative can be really tough sometimes.
When I was younger, I could never make up my mind on "what I wanted to be when I growed up." There was a singer, a teacher, a fashion designer, a philosopher, and oh, that one time I wanted to be a cash register.
Then as I got older, I learned that I am tone-deaf, I have a weird way of learning things that I can't explain, I'm not very fashionable nor can I sew, I can't live by "a doughnut a day keeps your troubles away" and "spend money and never check your bank account" forever, and the sad reality is...I once wanted to be a cash register. (I was only 6 and didn't know that "cashier" was the correct term) ((Okay, I just really liked playing "store" when I was younger, so that's where this all came from))
That's just a few...but boy did I have quite the imagination on all of my different occupations.
And that was it. I loved the idea of so many things, I would daydream the crap out of it, and would love the idea so much that I would eventually write it down.
Then, I started high school and my one area of creativity really began to spark.
So, I realized that.
Even as a writer, finding a muse or even a seed of inspiration can be really hard. And if I'm even one bit right, I'm thinking it's the same for a painter, a singer, a fashion designer, and even cash registers need some type of mechanics to start.
If there's writer's block, there has to be painter's block. (There is btw, I just Googled it).
You could have writer's block or painter's block or cash register's block or whatever kind of block for a loong time and be so frustrated with life that you doubt you even have talent or so much passion in this area, until
BAM
inspiration hits you out of nowhere and next thing you know you're throwing up words on paper or your keyboard or colors on a canvas or just throwing up money on customers and making it rain because you get this tinge of creativity and do what comes natural to you and let it fly.
Because throwing up is natural and yeah sometimes, it flies...
and that my friends, is the art of creativity. It starts at nothing and then if you're patient enough, it becomes something great.
Now, to get the image of throwing up out of your mind.
and we thank whoever on tumblr. was so creative to make this.
