When I saw the description of the event and the painting I would be creating I immediately thought it would be a fun evening , and that there would be no way on earth that I would be able to produce anything like that one . I have admired the work of others, I enjoy colouring in and find it relaxing, I create vision pages all the time , but paint ??? Me?? Nah, I’d avoid it like the plague.
Why ?? Is it something I can get wrong ? Would someone think ‘ who does she think she is ?’ What old stories am I listening to ? Who told me I couldn’t paint ?
At age 12 in my first year of high school I achieved First Prize for Art. I guess I must have painted then. My main memory of that year is making a collage of a bonfire with a Guy Fawkes on top , using twigs and crepe paper , ribbons , wool and part of an old sack for the guy. I really enjoyed the creating and I wonder when I stopped feeling I could create and be creative ..,I didn’t ever get another art prize and maybe that discouraged me.
What else am I not doing ? what else are you not doing ? How do we limit ourselves because we think we can’t.
I decided yesterday to choose another guiding word in addition to Epic, to take me through the remainder of 2015.
I chose Unlimited – I will no longer limit myself.
Today I passed this shop in Canmore, Alberta. It was called Unlimited. If confirmation was needed, I got it. I’m listening . Thank you .