I have been to faraway places and stood in museums that are home to some of the most iconic pieces of art. I was in awe of how masterful colors and brushstrokes came together on canvas to tell a story. From my hometown favorite at the Toledo Art Museum to the Rijks in Amsterdam to the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican City, it has been inspiring to see decades-worth and varying styles of art. In a modern world, art has taken on a different meaning. While there are still great artists and world-famous paintings, ordinary people now have their chance to be contributors. For the longest time, I did not consider myself a creative person or very artistic for that matter. (My days of 4-H proved to be challenging.) I figured that just was not my destined skill in life. Being a good student was going to be as good as it got. My parents both had artistic streaks. Creating something from a pile of fabric is what my mom is good at, and my dad can paint just about anything on anything. I wonder where those genes got lost. I cannot pinpoint the day of having the epiphany. I realized people’s creativity did not have to fit the typical mold of excelling at arts and crafts or someone’s ability to draw. Being an artist can mean those things, but I am challenging the limitations we put on the parameters of what it means to be an artist. Maybe my epiphany was not an epiphany after all. It was more of a gradual shift in thinking. I grew into the role of being an artist. My art is not colorful by traditional visual means, nor is it archived in a museum. A pen and paper are my supplies, life experiences are my inspiration, and vocabulary provides my color. I concluded that any means to release self-expression is an artform and is worthy of treating it as such. Everyone needs a creative outlet. I struggled pinpointing mine because I did not think writing was artsy enough to constitute, but the more I searched, the more I gravitated to writing. It grabbed hold of me, and I could not deny my soul the chance to pour onto a page. A therapeutic feeling washes over me and even on the most stressful days, going to my creative space to write is so calming. We all have something deep within us that is waiting to be expressed creatively, however we may choose. Each person on this planet looks and acts differently, so that lends itself to accepting that our creativity will too. The sooner we accept that, the better because finding our artform depends on it. Stay Curious, Kayla ©Inquisitive Perspectives 2018
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