Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your Life.
The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.
Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.
‘Everybody’s Free to wear Sunscreen’
by Baz Luhrmann
My parents encouraged any and all of my creations….
well almost all…
maybe not the mud pies, on the porch so much, but most of everything else got a smile.
when my educational days started,
ahhhhh.... my school supplies,
pencils, paper, crayons, scissors, glue,
I did not have to share with anyone unless I wanted to,
to this day I love my pencils.
my favourite classes from grade one to twelve
Art & Textiles
What would I become when I grew up...
a creator/artist of course.
My biggest decision was what medium/discipline would I settle on in the end, a painter, a clothing designer, an architect, a illustrator, or even a cartoonists (my Dad wanted me to apply to Disney studio's) so many choices, all I had to do was
graduate high school , get the degree and get the job of my dreams.
it all seemed so straight forward.
This is where the bump in the road, doing things backwards comes in to play,
graduated and then life happened….
just not as I planned it.
Creativity as it turns out has always served me well though,
Necessity to stay alive…get a job preferably one I did not hate which fed both me as well as that creating nature of mine.
Creative jobs include but are not limited to...
a news paper advertising lay out artist,
I took advantage of being offered an apprenticeship to become a hair dresser....definitely a creative out let
stopped hair dressing full time,
created two humans...confident in my calling them my best creations to date,
life was extremely busy, kids it turns out, are extremely expensive hobbies,
which necessitated some not so creative part time jobs,
retail, child care, painting at a construction site, lunch supervision school support staff, even a banking teller.
All the while that family needed a place to grow, we bought & built houses,
which opened up a new creative out let for me
I discovered a love of gardening, designing, colour palettes, shapes and smell.
So when the new ‘Art Knapp’ garden centre opened up here in Courtenay, that is where I landed as a cashier.
There was a retail aspect I had not thought of before,
Staging and merchandise designing.
It did not take me that long to morph my cashier time into more staging time, eventually 90% of my efforts went into the growing and expanding of the merchandise retail area’s.
Work was like having a new room, a new canvas, a new subject to design and create everyday.
I loved it.
Unfortunately it was often heavy and labouring work as well, my lovely job came to an end when my body would not heal from an injury.
How do you rehab a body driven by a creative mind…
those days can best be described as my darkest days, I was in constant pain, my arm and hand would not work, mentally I was lost “what was I if I could not create ?”
Two years of trying to fix this injury, I found a physical therapist, who asked me
“what feed's your soul, what makes you happy?”
Her philosophy was different from all the others, that which makes endorphins in your brain can help you to ignore pain barriers thus enabling healed movement to happen with more ease, my answer
“Creating Art” ,
then began my painting of big imaginary pictures on her walls, between her and a fabulously brilliant pain management specialist, I could at least hold a pencil again.
She was so right,
even though my injury is permanently chronic, just looking at art can ease the pain for a while.
which brings my tale to the opportunity to accompany my grand daughter and her grade one class on a field trip to the,
‘Leighton Art Institute’
located just out in the foot hills of Calgary.
Not only did we tour the facility and its art, the teacher gave everyone a
small pad of paper and pencil…
that was a ‘AHA’ moment, pencils are small, light and portable,
Only when I stoped drawing for a moment, while I was rounding up the four little wandering souls I should be watching after, who were not as engrossed as myself with the drawing aspect of the field trip, did I realize in my doodling I was right back where I had started in Grade one.
I purchased of some good pencils & paper back home to BC for my own art therapy.
I did not get the degree
I went back to grade one.