Creative Pension Payment: Realizing the Capacity to be Creative
My Mother was an excellent artist. She was also a stunningly beautiful model, a gourmet cook/entertainer, and excelled at gardening and interior decorating. The perfect 70’s Mom. Her clients, art students and friends asked if I shared my Mother’s artistic abilities. Uh, hell no! A daughter’s perception of her Mother’s perfection.
I followed in my Father’s footsteps, a career supply chain manager and giver of unsolicited financial advice. I was a tom-boy who liked being outside swimming, playing tennis or riding dirt bikes with my brother. I rarely watched my Mother paint. Writing this makes me a bit sad. I didn’t see the point in spending time doing something I would never be good at. I felt inferior to my Mother, who would often remind me to comb my hair and suggest wearing lip gloss. Later in life I learned she also had insecurities and she became my best friend (but that’s another deep thoughts kind of blog.)
Last year I started going through Mom’s art and was inspired. I created a Facebook page for it and reported to her all of the “likes” and positive comments. In a small way, it allowed her to relive her glory days. Months after she died, I really starting digging through her portfolios. I found unfinished work and I thought, “what if I could finish this?” I decided to take water-color lessons in that moment.
I had never picked up a brush, unless it had house paint on it! Through a mutual friend, I met my art teacher Vernita Bridges Hoyt. Though I’m just getting started, I realize water-color is a good medium for me. Water is clean, like a fresh start that can wash away negative thoughts (“I can’t paint”). The colors can be mixed to create anything you want. The method allows for little imperfections or to correct them, as you wish.
I’m not proud of my art work yet, but I’m writing to let you know it’s never too late to learn something new or to be creative when you’ve spent your whole life thinking you aren’t. I think Mom would be proud, even though I didn’t comb my hair or put on lipstick for this picture. This is my first completed water-color. It’s somewhat recognizable. I think I need a few drawing lessons next.