*(That is not a sexual innuendo. Shocker! )*
I had forgotten how messy chalk pastels could be. Reminded myself today and had more fun than should be possible doing a line study. All I was doing was drawing lines of various widths in different colors. But I was making something, creating something. And I was getting my hands dirty.
When was the last time you did something not work-related that you enjoyed while making a thorough mess? I’m talking dirty hands, sweaty, smudges on your face kinda dirty. Do you remember? Did you enjoy it?
I’ve been looking at the box of chalks for over a week now. They got quite loud over the weekend. “Take us out! Let’s make a picture!” It’s been a very long time since I got artsy. Yes, I forgot how much dust you make with chalks, and how the colors smudge on your fingers.
I also forgot the simply joy of putting color on paper in a pattern all my own. I’ve been rediscovering a lot of things about myself lately. The one I enjoy the most is how much I love to create things. Several of my friends found out recently that I sew. Now there’s talk of making costumes. And I have my sketch pad and chalks, among other things.
I think the art exhibit I saw during my recent trip to the science center helped relight this spark of creativity. I found a quote from Joss Whedon yesterday that sums it up nicely: Write it. Shoot it. Publish it. Crochet it, saute it, whatever. MAKE.
What are you making today?