I am, in every practical way, an adult. As a creative, however, I indulge my inner child more than the average responsible grown person. There is a healthy balance there somewhere, I am sure. I am also certain that I have not achieved such equanimity yet, but I am still (kind of) young. I have learned, in my 47 years, that there needs to be an acceptance, at some level, of ones strengths and weaknesses. I am never going to have a well organized checkbook. Grown-up small talk still bores me to tears, and time, yes actual hours and minutes, still seems less a priority to me than most my age. I am still baffled at how we are so ruled by set points in the day. But, that’s probably a post for another time.
For all the things I don’t bring to the “adult” table, there are many things I supply with abundance. I have a passion for all things silly. Humor has always been an ally of mine. It aids in recalibrating my mood when the dark days appear, and if nothing else, provides a means for acceptance. There is, however, only so much acceptance the average artist can stomach. That is why the creative spark is such a life saver for me. For us artists, that is our super power; The area where all our supposed child-like qualities converge with our intellect, imagination and passion and are focused on our work.
The following photographs where little reminders to myself to play and have fun. I hope my puddle pictures provide you with inspiration.
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