Ok, well maybe midlife plus.
I have started paying more attentions and sharing my drawing, painting, taking more art classes on line, and teaching art.
Art is something that calls to me, I do not feel like myself unless I create. It can be a great salad, a little poem, a meme with a photo and a great quote, a journal page, a watercolor painting.
I have resisted creating before, I will not resist again.
I recently went to an art show with my dear friend Nancy at a local University. This was not your typical art show.
It was the precious art of prisoners in the camps at Auschwitz.
They drew with crayons and pieces of lead, and hid their art in vessels they buried. Those that worked in the office would smuggle paper back to other prisoners. They carved buttons, pieces of found wood.They created, they drew themselves, what they used to look like, comics, flowers and beautiful landscapes. They drew knowing there were severe consequences . They made art.
I understood this call, it spoke to my soul. AndI was humbled beyond words.
The beauty amongst the ugly atrocities.
The tender amongst the harshest conditions
The bravest artists ever.
I don’t even have words to describe my admiration for these dear souls.
Are you using your gifts?