Art Chat: How I fell in love with art and gathered supplies.

Hi my Lovees.

How are you? 

Let's have us a quick chat about how I fell in love with art and gathered supplies.  I've sat in the kitchen almost every night for years by myself.  My Mom would be on the computer and my Dad would be watching the television.

One day I said to her "Mom could I have some paper to draw with.  I have nothing to do out there."  My Mom said "You can sit with me as I work on the computer."  At this time, I didn't know how to do anything.  I didn't know how to knit, crochet, sketch, sculpt or paint.  I just knew I was restless and lonely.  I just wanted to create a world that showed my tiny foot print.

One night I was cooking all of us dinner when the front door opened.  My parents had went to the pharmacy.  She came up to me with a sly smile.  "I have something for you, Theresa." She said.  She hefted a plastic bag onto the counter and opened my world of creativity.

The bag was filled with sketching paper in a variety of inexpensive brands, pencils and a watercolor pencil set with an instruction booklet.  I fell in love.  Yes, this night I fell in love with art supplies.  I love the way they feel and smell.  I love the shock of fear and excitement of a blank white page.  Its home to me.

Years and years have gone by.  My tiny corner of the world was filling up with everything we could find on sale or with a coupon.  This is where my heart beats and my hands steady.  I feel the hum of anticipation and acceptance like no other place on earth.  My tiny (seriously tiny) corner of happiness was a place where I could let myself be.

I am excessively frugal.  I rarely buy anything full price.  I don't have two of everything.  I do have something of every form of art.  I've been frustrated, angry, fed up and discouraged.  I've learned through emotions that you can do anything as long as its your passion.

I've watched YouTube art/craft videos for years.  I've studied their use of brands and gathered them for myself.  I've learned through a long process of failure that its fun to break the rules in art.  My failure was not allowing my heart to paint, sculpt, knit, crochet or sketch its own path.  I followed rules of others that didn't work for me.  I had to unleash control of perfection and let the flaws be the art for a while. 

No art is ever truly perfect unless its digital.  Art made by the shaking hand and unsteady heart is true art.  Practice makes perfection.  Breaking the rules leads to successful art.  My supplies, although some may find it excessive, is my home.  The final words from my Mom before her passing were "I believe in you.  Don't ever let someone tell you any different of your talent."  I pass those wise words onto you.

Everyday is a new day to open the door to your heart and learn to art.  Lets go play!

Love & Hugs

Theresa (Cracked Heart Studio)  <3