We are born creators

When I was 12 years old I drew all day long. Alone or with my best friend, I’d copy album covers and photos in magazines and it was my favourite thing in the world to do.

I can’t remember the last time I drew anything more than a doodle but today after some coaxing from my daughter and a lot of procrastination, I gave it a go. It’s a strange discomfort not knowing where to begin, of having to ‘perform’ and worrying about not being ‘good’ at it. Somehow along the way, as the concepts of ‘good and bad art’ flooded in, the most natural thing in the world became terrifying. I had forgotten how to draw.

Worse still, I’d forgotten I loved it.

This afternoon I got a glimpse of my 12 year old self, lost amongst drawings of horses and Spandau Ballet. Today it was flowers. Tomorrow who knows. What I do know now is that creativity can never be lost, or left behind or cast out. She is still there, always ready to create with me in any way I feel like it purely for the joy of it.

With so much love from my shy re-emerging creative heart to yours, Amanda x