By: Emily Pereira, Guest Blogger July 2, 2015
I grew up with a father who is an amazing artist. His gigantic oil paintings hung on our walls like portals to mysterious lands and alternate realities. From time to time my sister and I would don his t-shirts as smocks and play in his studio, but more often than not, the allure of a lucrative lemonade stand or playing mermaids in the pool was more enticing.
As the years rolled on, our pallets (paper plates) began to gather dust beside our easels, until finally our time in the studio was nothing more than a turpentine-tinged memory. I chalked up my pervasive apathy for creative pursuits to a gene that had obviously passed me by and focused on what brought me love, attention, and external validation— sports.
It was always so easy to see my dad’s creative genius, but I never considered that the same magic might run through my veins. After all, he was a serious artist. He studied art. It was HIS thing. Who was I to pick up a paint-brush with no formal training? Well, from the ages of seven to thirty-two, I didn’t dare.
What I didn’t know then, but have since discovered is that we are all artists, and that apathy shows up when we are so overwhelmed by the competitive energy that says there’s a right way to do things.
by Daniel Nelson
Art, like beauty, is completely subjective— there is no “right”
We all have our own unique creative genius. This genius lives in our spiritual DNA. It’s a culmination of our triumphs and pain, or love and loss; our perspectives on what it means to be human.
Change happens when the pain of the current situation becomes stronger than the fear of the unknown.
When I reached my early thirties I found myself unnerved that even the most beautiful things and exciting experiences, hilarious friends and intimate loves, adrenaline-pumping activities and synthetic highs, did little to quell a pervasive feeling that something was missing.
I went deep, and I realized I had to enter the cave that terrified me. And that cave was ART. The dark, scary meanies loomed in my mind: “your handwriting is a joke; your stick figures are embarrassing…HAHAHAHAHHAHA!”
But the quiet, persistent voice inside got louder and the discomfort of not creating was reaching a critical mass. Then, one day I stumbled across an old easel at a yard sale.
That was a few years ago, and now I do paint often, but art is still pretty damn mysterious to me. I do know, however, that when I paint I can literally feel myself processing through tons of stuff. It’s not always light and happy. Sometimes it’s dark. Sometimes it’s frustrating.
if I can just let go of what I think life needs to look like, something far more beautiful than anything I can imagine right now will unfold.
Other times, my vision goes completely awry and something so much better than my original concept emerges; something that allows me to makes sense of myself, and my life in a whole new way. In these times, I’m reminded that if I can just let go of what I think life needs to look like, something far more beautiful than anything I can imagine right now will unfold.
I’ve since discovered that that “thing” that was missing from my life was a little ol’ thing called inspiration. While fleeting and fickle, inspiration has a magical way of returning to the present moment; it’s what makes us feel like we have a reason and purpose for being alive. And I’ve yet to find anything as satisfying as that.
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Emily Pereira is creator of the Be The BEginner Movement and the popular BEginnerDinner Series. She is passionate about helping others access their innate artist spark and unique creative genius to create inspired, connected and fulfilling lives! As a Spirit Nature Certified Spiritual Advocate, Emily assists women in gaining greater consciousness, cultivating self worth, and discovering their authenticity in one-on-on sessions, workshops and group retreats.
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