Saturday, May 22nd, 2004 • No Comments on Portrait of a Bad Artist
Dr. Shmoo graduates today. Congratulations, Shannon!
She of the newly acquired Masters Degree in art therapy is at least part of the reason I’ve been neglecting my writing here in the past week. I have been busy with my newly acquired art journal, drawing and painting pictures. It’s quite a novelty, this making of art instead of writing words. I will be the first to admit I have no natural artistic talent. My talent is in putting words together (and sometimes that feels about as difficult—and as much fun—as laying bricks in the summer heat), so I avoid making art unless it involves teaching kids how to make things out of pipecleaners and paper plates. Until now. Now I have pencils and pastels and oils and paint with which to make art in my art journal. Now I find myself playing with color and lines and turning my thoughts into pictures instead of words.
The journal is for personal expression only and nothing in it will be gracing the walls of my house (or anyone else’s, so y’all can relax about what you’re getting for Christmas). It’s fun, it’s colorful, it’s very freeing to be able to draw or paint without the expectation of showing it to anyone or having to explain why I enjoy something so much that I’m so truly horrible at.
Art journal. Get yourself one. Make art. Be happy. Your inner child will love you.