The Creative Life

I have a confession to make.

For a long time I have buried my creativity.

I have denied it. Pretended it doesn’t exist. Called it by any other name and left it waiting at the door, turning my back on it at every opportunity.

Something which not many people know about me is I have high-functioning anxiety, which wells up very quickly, and makes it very difficult for me to jump off the anxiety cloud when I’m on it and in full flight. I often feel it’s because my creativity isn’t being expressed on a daily basis. For the past 2 and half years I studied design – this was my creative outlet. Since graduating, I have felt an empty well. I no longer have had a regular outlet for this energy to go.

I feel my creativity as a giant winged bird which permanently sits between my shoulder blades. He is constantly in my ear, whispering to my heart the true purpose of what I should be doing – why do I refuse to listen to him? With every refusal he settles in more snuggly, and weighs on me more heavily every day. He is waiting for me to take the reins on my life, to pursue the things that I love in my life.

He is waiting to lift me up on wings, but I need to take the first step to get us there. And it is hard. I am afraid to fail. I am afraid I’m not good enough. But something has changed in me, something is now different. It is my creativity itself –  instead of knocking softly, is now pounding the door with its heavy and insistent wings.

On creative thing per day is all it will take to make a change. Watercolours. Illustration. Taking an unusual picture. Cooking a beautiful meal. I will pursue my dreams of letting creativity take the reins of my life, and embrace the life I feel deep in my bones I am meant to live.

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Pastel watercolours are my favourite and so much fun to play with!

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Pink! One of the best things about watercolours is the wacky shades the water turns when mixing the perfect colour. If tea came in this colour it would be happy days indeed!

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Working on my Fruit Series – I am planning a few more. These are inspirations for digital illustrations I am currently creating. Created using thick gouache for the background for a textured effect with thinner paint applied for the detail, these are my experiments in using gouache as I haven’t painted with these for a very long time. I am slowly recovering  old techniques as my hands familiarise themselves with my paint brushes again.

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If you want to keep up with my painting and creative journey, follow my Instagram  – Damselfly7.

Look forward to seeing you there!

Goin’ back to school!

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This week marks the first week of me going back to school!

I know I have been quiet this year, making my first post in March is a little sloppy, but now that I am back at uni studying Communications, majoring in media studies it is time to get serious about writing.

I have had a love for all types of communication for a long time – being a creative soul I was drawn to the visual arts, and graphic design in particular. I was fascinated with the process of planning and executing design, and the strategy behind it – logo design, branding, putting together advertising campaigns, and my first love – illustration. So off I went and applied for a Diploma of Graphic Design, and I am proud to say I finished it last year and now can call myself a designer.

But I have also had a love for written communication, and writing in all forms since I was a little girl. I would spend hours playing with my toys making up fantastical stories of daring, courage, and adventure as I led my playmates through the thick jungles of my mum’s garden’s undergrowth. When I got a little older and had learnt to write, countless stories would be written as part of school projects, and when that wasn’t enough I began to write in small journals. This became a bit of an obsession as I got older, and to this day I have about 15 journals that I have kept on and off over the years, not counting the ones that have been lost.

By the time I became an adult and had discovered the world of blogging, I was hooked and knew I held a deep love for writing deep inside.But there was one thing I always feared with writing, and that was a fear of failure. Would I be good enough? Would anyone want to read anything I had ever written? Not just in terms of stories, or fiction, but the same translated into when I joined the workforce and would obsess endlessly over the emails and memos I would write. Over time, I have improved. In all forms of written communication. And in doing so, the itching passion has come back now twice as strong, and the desire to write, and share, and build, and create, and connect with others has come with it.

Now that I am older, and perhaps a little wiser, I can see how far I have come. I have also come to the conclusion that I can marry both my creative loves and take my life in a different direction.

Coming into my own in the last 3 years has really fuelled my decision to be authentic and pursue the things I love. Learning and up-skilling as an adult has not been the easiest thing, but I am willing more than ever to keep putting one foot in front of the other and continue my journey.

I am very excited to see where this study road leads as I attempt to hop, skip, and jump to new destinations and opportunities. I am a firm believer in that when we take the initiative and make the move to move forwards and better our lives, the Universe resounds a big fat yes! and makes these things happen for us.

When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it – Paulo Coelho 

 

 

The strangest person in the world

 

 

 

 

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” I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same way I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just strange as you” 

 -Frida Kahlo

Yes, I’m here.

Mr Brainwash!

This past weekend I was fortunate enough to attend the creatively wonderful Semi-Permanent art & design forum in Sydney, and got to both hear Mr Brainwash speak, and see his ‘Life is Beautiful’ exhibition. Best known for his work with Banksy on the film ‘Exit through the Gift Shop’, Mr Brainwash, aka Thierry Guetta, is a passionate, creative, eccentric, and amazingly driven man, helping to inspire, encourage, and spread his ‘Life is Beautiful’ message to the masses.

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You have to follow your passion in life….

You have to follow your passion in life, regardless of the consequences. For me, that has meant continually developing as a human being through out the experiences of my life. There’s a certain integrity with staying true to your soul, and it carries into all avenues of your life. If something isn’t working for you, find out why. Maybe you are in a learning curve and need further development before you can dovetail with it. Maybe it just isn’t a fit and you need to move on. Explore always and discover. If you feel a quickening in your blood, it’s the first indication you are on the right path. Read, look, go, be. Most importantly, love the life you are in. You only have one, and only you can have it. 

– Maggie McNab ( Author and Designer)

 

Happy days are coming 🙂

Days 12 -19 of 100 Happy Days

The last few days have been like wading through mud – difficult, and mentally draining. I found out what it’s like to  have your internet connection die and madly scramble to get another provider, get a huge migraine which left me rendered on the couch in pain, barely able to open my eyes, and then have to plug away on my first assessment for college which left my brain feeling like it had run a marathon.

Despite all this, there have still been glimmers of things to be happy about and be grateful for.

Day 12 – Working outside, with my favourite magazine on-hand.

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My favourite magazine of all time. This one is THE ONE. The one I think about as soon as I’ve finished the current issue, the one I read dozens of times over, extracting every last bit of information from, savouring each story, each little tidbit, loving the amazing design and photography scattered throughout.

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Day 13: Yummy tasty baby pumpkins – so cute I could hardly bear to buy one and take it home.

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Day 14: Shopping! Gone to attend to some serious retail therapy with a friend, I came across this jacket – oversize, ridiculously comfy, and a great neutral colour to complement everything in my wardrobe.

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These sunnies are my new crush. I tried them on in-store ( you can see the cheeky price tag!) and was smitten, so I swiftly bought them and now I wear them everywhere!

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The white skirt! The black top! What’s not to love – simple and classic.

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Day 15: I don’t know what it is about baby vegetables ( or fruit!) but this was just too cute. And I didn’t have the heart to eat it. So I simply buried it in the garden, to hopefully sprout some siblings for my garden salads.

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Day 16: Finishing my Notan collage. Notan is a Japanese art form where negative, and positive space play together and have a party – this just happened to be a party in the shape of a make-believe creature.

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Day 17: Going for a walk around town, wearing flip-flops, and a cartoon band-aid. When you’ve got a niece and nephews, it’s interesting to find what little odds-and-ends find their way into your life, especially when wanting to cover up a cut on your toe.

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Day 18: Playing with my favourite little guy. Gentle, wise, with an often sparkly and slightly crazy look in his eye, he is the reason I smile each and every day. He is an expert in companionship and cuddles, this year will be his 11th year with me.

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Day 19: Walking past this outside the Museum of Contemporary Art in Sydney. I imagine many things these days, as I am in a bit of a ‘waiting’ phase in my life – waiting for the right job, waiting for my own apartment, waiting for a life partner. It’s tough, but it’s the imagining of the things I want in my life that are slowly getting me through.