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Origins, Creativity and Labels

I have been thinking allot about creativity. I guess you could say it has been a lifelong study. I was first labeled as the creative one when I was very little. I am the middle of two sisters very close in age, and spin that as I have, at this point I am over it. Not that I have lost that vaunted family place of being the middle, disregarded, misfit, malcontent of the family. Nope, all that is still alive and well in my family dynamic no matter what I do or how I transform. But I am bored of that label – the middle child thing. It’s not something I take on anymore as a convenient modus operandi for my identity. I can’t claim it any more as a reason to not be as great as I could be, or to let it stop me from doing things, nor be my impetus for procrastination. Everyone has a cross to bear like that. The oldest and youngest have them too. And if you are one of those people who think birth order doesn’t affect you, then you are probably the youngest or the golden child of your family. So once you develop a little empathy for others in another lifetime you might begin to understand how wrong you are. Being the middle child thing is just the particular flavor of one of my challenges in life, and, like I said, best to move on to more interesting things.

Because of having been labeled the artist of the family from early on I began to try to understand what it meant. As a child I thought everyone was like me seeing the possibility in sun on blades of grass, day dreaming pictures in their head attached to stories. I think that is the self-absorbed innocence of the child’s perspective to assume all the amazing revelations they are having about the world are the same as anyone else’s. And in fact, I think in the very young, under the age of say 6 creativity is rampant with all that explosive brain growth, cellular energy and closeness to what came before they reincarnated. The really little ones are wired into the source of all creativity, whatever the heck it’s called, as it is called as many things as it can manifest. I have noticed that truly creative people seem retain some of that wonder into adulthood. They have a youthfulness about them that tells you they still let their imagination steer the boat though they have probably learned to hide it from everyone else.

Of course when I was little I liked the label – for the most part. It was a way to stand out. The down side was, in my family at least; it was a bit of a sideshow. People liked it that I painted and wrote stories and kept a journal that I very fiercely defended as NOT being a diary. But at the same time my parents truly worried and often communicated to me that it was no way to make a living – art that is. And for them as parents, a teacher and an electrical engineer, that was the end goal for their children– self-sufficiency which really meant making money. Tell that to Jo Rowling or Neil Gaiman or J.R.R.Tolkien or George Lucas or Mark Twain and on and on.

As a result of those mixed messages, I grew up loving and hating my own creativity. It was an intricate, important part of myself I was always trying to navigate and channel in more appropriate directions, to places where you could get paid. That’s why I attained a higher degree in organizational psychology. It’s an incredibly creative field to work in and it pays and is therefore respectable and I am good at it and actually do love it. The sideshow became my writing and painting the later of which I neglected for the last 15 years. So instead of nurturing and loving the creative part of me – the really creative part that does oil paintings and invents things - I tried to alternatively channel it elsewhere like the companies I work for and at other times tried to destroy it altogether. I put all my pain there in that creative self and gave away or destroyed many of my drawings and paintings because it was hard to remember the bliss of art school where people cared if I painted or not. Where I got full license to create and paint. Where there were conversations about it all from the luxuriousness of grinding your own pigments to the fight around the value of postmodernism. I have tried for a very long time to forget how much I loved it. Unfortunately as many a painter knows you can’t destroy that part of yourself, you can only put it off until it bunches up inside you like a huge burning fire in your solar plexus that makes you unhappy until you can let it out. The creative writing was easier to maintain because of journaling and the ease of use – pen and paper and away you go. Hence I have been journaling since I was four years old. Journaling has always been an important way to stay balanced.

But actually doing something with writing, like say publishing a book, is complicated too in the purely creative realm, especially if you have had the misfortune to meet writing snobs. Yep, people who think that you have to have allot of pain to write, or a degree in writing, or do other things like paint, well then you can’t be a very serious writer, right? Though I must point out that many a great author have drawn very convincing sketches and created images of their characters and story points.

Of course there are art snobs too. I am one though I do subscribe to the idea that anyone can make art and it’s all good. My snobbery is born of artist’s block. When I am not painting and I see other people’s paintings I am really critical because I resent not getting to paint too. How messed up is that? Sometimes creative people are really competitive with each other and don’t support each other very well. Like when I would see people painting and feel jealous like they were holding me back from my own work… It’s part of the overall mixed message thing you get as an artist as well as dealing with all that awfully keen perception of the world and inner worlds that is going on whether you are nice enough to give yourself an outlet for it or not. It is probably that combination of tensions that feeds many an amazing story or work of art. Spiritually, my challenge to overcome all my restraints and create is a test to see if I can hang with the gifts I was born with.

So instead of feeling bad about other people painting I started painting again, thanks to Dave who had the insight and kindness to get me a great easel and make a space for me to work in our house and Troy who made me custom oil paints and hung out one day in my studio until I started to make some progress. You can’t get much better support than that.



Bloggers and Blogging

That leads me to bloggers. Are we all just pent up writers looking for an outlet? Or is it something deeper about needing to have a voice because you feel that no one is listening? Are all blogs lone shots in the dark fired by people trying to be heard? (Incidentally, does that mean if you have your comments turned off that you are essentially talking to yourself…?) Or maybe bloggers have got it write (da da da!). Maybe they are the writers who are not blocked, who are writing all the time. Many of them have turned their blogs into books like Biz Stone, Heather Armstrong and many others. So who comes first the writer or the blogger?

I started this blog because I needed an outlet. I found myself out of the spotlight, home with Ellie, trying to figure out this crazy life with a kid with CP and multiple disabilities, fighting for her and working with her constantly. When she is home she hardly ever plays on her own – and I mean like if you get 10 minutes to draw her meds up or make her dinner without an argument you are lucky. She’s the type of kid whose mind is always on fire and wants to be doing something all the time (she is our daughter after all). I love that about her, but factor in the lack of gross motor skills and you can see why Mama becomes needed hands and legs. As a result there is no down time – it’s all go. I want to work with her has much as possible and much as she can handle to help her develop and grow and it’s working so I happily keep on. But in all that, like all parents, I, the me who is Kathryn, not just Ellie’s mom, got a little lost and needed to have a conversation to process all I was learning as well as let some of that fiery creativity out. The overly socially conscious part of me that always needs to justify the time expenditure of any creative activity thought it would be of use to share what I am learning with other parents who may be in similar situations.

The payback, however, has been enormous. Blogging has allowed people who don’t know me, don’t have a hundred preconceived notions of me or judgments of me to comment on my writing and my thoughts and my ideas. That has been really wonderful and freeing. Blogging is certainly a new trend in allowing people to express creativity. There is an element of randomness to the feedback I get, because I never know who is reading, that I enjoy.

For the most part I have found it a friendly, interesting, and open outlet. Also I have found some wonderful writers in return. I won’t name them because if I forget one or two I will feel bad. The other day my father even made an off-handed comment that I have always been a good writer. He just said it like it was a given for him. I was shocked and thought maybe my blogging has helped to reshape my world in the most fantastical time shift Bill Pullman kinda way.

At the end of the day, however, creative people need support because it’s a risky thing to do – spend your time on creative endeavors like fiction writing or fine arts like painting or sculpting or poetry. For every Jo Rowling there are a million me’s out here, writing into the great vortex that is the blogosphere or the even darker abyss of the personal journal kept in-between the mattress and box spring or slowly slogging away at an oil painting in a chilly 5X9 front room. To all my readers out there who have commented on my writing, blog, and ideas, good or bad, a very heartfelt thanks to you. Thanks as well for all your kind wishes and support for my warrior princess, Miss Ellie. And to those of you that may not understand my need to blog, well, and I say this gently, I really don’t care what you think. Because if it makes you laugh or sneer or roll your eyes in the process you are unleashing bits of your own creativity which is a great way of saying my blog has at the very least made you think.

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Image descriptions:

first image is an original oil painting by me - all rights reserved - of a big tree and green background and madonna and child but all unfinished as of yet

second image is of my studio with easle to the left and palatte and shelves under a window