10. Take a Watercolor Class

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I found my creative practice later in life. Growing up, I was told that perhaps I should stick to endeavors other than art, like athletics. I believed it, and so for years, while I was always interested in art, I shied away from it, telling myself I’m not an artist. I even took an art class in college and it happened to be one of my only B’s, and I fear I only got that because of effort! In my twenties a good friend of mine, Amanda, showed me that keeping even an art journal has nothing to do with talent. It’s creative expression and play; a visual interpretation of your thoughts. It changed my entire perspective on making art, and I didn’t need to be good in order to do something for me. After all, I wasn’t trying to sell my art to support myself.

Creative practice, like spending time in nature, balances and grounds me. I can get lost in it for hours. After the art journal revelation, I started dabbling in mixed media collages, book binding, sewing, and other craft projects. I even started a creative blog called Indigo 26. You can see the archives here.

Whatever reason we all stop doing something we love, over time I simply stopped making space in my schedule to create anything; even though it’s such at important part of healing my psyche. So, upon making my year of the 40 list I knew creative practice would be a priority.

In particular, the art of watercolor. I love the fluidity of the color as it meets the water and the bleeding of it on the page. It’s a media I haven’t played with yet. Knowing, of course, I could not, and did not want to create something that required drawing landscapes or portraits, I sent out in search of a class that fit my interests and abilities.

And voila! I discovered Wildflower Art Studio in Denton. Looking at the amazing photos of their studio, and of course their name speaking to my heart, I instantly knew this is was the place I wanted to go to reignite my passion. The light alone! Browsing through the catalog of workshops, I found one on watercolor lettering, which works well with my art journaling, and I signed up!

When the day of the workshop arrived, it couldn’t have been a more perfect Saturday. We were staying at the lake so the drive into Denton meant passing through horse country. The sun was shining, there was a February crispness in the air and the horses were lazily grazing the morning away as I meandered through the country on my way back to the city. It was peaceful and serene.

What ensued was nothing short of bliss. For two hours I was lost in the process, failing at techniques, trying again, ultimately learning the craft, and loving every minute of it.

You do not have to be an artist to be creative. It requires no skill or talent, despite what your art teacher may have once told you. It’s about the passion of your heart: Playing with color, clay or fabric. It’s for you and you alone. There is no judgment except from yourself, so let it go.

If this studio were closer, there is no doubt I would be there all the time because nothing screams gratitude like the creative expression of self through art. There are more watercolor techniques I want to learn, but for now, it’s been fun to play around. A perfect catalyst for sure! Gift yourself a class.