Hmmm, I guess I’m pretty solidly in middle age now. I’ve gotten the horrifying mailing from Aarp. Aren’t we all surprised to realize we’ve reached that age? I laughingly call myself and my sisters old ladies.
But creatively things are different. I’ve always been the member of the family with different color choices and fashion sense. My sister said she would pick a style of shirt and look for the color combination that she would absolutely not wear and buy that one for me. And danged if I didn’t love it.
However, when I was very young I was shy and not very confident in myself. I would dress myself differently but I didn’t trust that those choices might appeal to anyone else. So any artistic voice I had at that time was filtered through my need to please people.
Then one day when I was worrying about how people thought about me my brother said “*%#@* ’em if they can’t take a joke!”. Silly as it might seem – lights went on. I didn’t need to please anyone else with my art. I just needed to make what I wanted.
Slowly, I learned to listen to the voice in my head and find the pictures in there that it wants me to make in the real world. And every dang one of those pictures is a reflection of me. I am most pleased when I’ve managed to make a piece look like the picture in my head. But sometimes I am pleasantly surprised at the attempt that didn’t come close.
Lately I seem to have come full circle. I design jewelry. Generally I like to make pieces that I would wear. [I say that but I don’t wear a lot of jewelry at all, lol.] And it sells, it surprises me that other people really like it, but they do. With the realization that other people value my creative vision I’ve started designing for how I see people in my head. [Does that make sense to anyone else?]
So, to get back to the point, with age my creativity has grown. I never would have made some of the pieces I make now 20 or 30 years ago. I’ve allowed my creativity full rein to dip her little toes in whatever pond, style, medium that takes her fancy and I’ve gone along for the ride. I can’t wait to see where she takes me next.