Day thirty-two

“I don’t want life to imitate art. I want life to be art.” – Carrie Fisher

Welcome to 30 Days of Art!

How important is art in our lives? Will participating in creative experiences every day influence how I feel?  What forms of art will affect me the most?  Every day I will devote at least one hour to focus on doing something artistic/creative.  And I mean focus on being creative – no painting while watching reruns of The Cosby Show, or wandering through a gallery chatting with my friend instead of actually appreciating the art in front of me (both, I admit, I have done in the past).  I am a creative person already – I write, I paint sometimes, I go see theatre.  But I definitely don’t create art every day and am frequently multitasking at the same time when I do get around to it.  This will be a way for me to see how devoting that time to art every day effects the way I live my life. (Art in the sense of anything creative – including theatre, dance, knitting, cake decorating, visual art, photography, crafts, film, designing, etc)

Creativity helps businessmen brainstorm.  Creating art helps autistic children express themselves.  People dance to be happy, to lose weight, to seduce.  The list could go on and on.  And it will for thirty days!

My first day of art

As children, we are all exposed to many different forms of art.  We colour, we paint, we make crafts.  I remember having recitals in the backyard of my neighbour’s house showing off the dance a group of us kids created and made costumes for.  Maybe you haven’t done all of these things, but you did some.  Being creative was normal.  It wasn’t some elitist endeavour.  What if we all went back to that view?

Today I spent an hour colouring.  Yep, just colouring.  I used crayons and a Scooby Doo  colouring book I bought at the dollar store (my first purchase without a coupon – such a weird feeling after a month!).  I experimented with colours.  I coloured faces green and arms red.  I didn’t multitask in my mind.  I just coloured.  Eventually I got a little bored with colouring in the lines, so I started to draw and colour on top of the black outlined drawings of Scooby and Shaggy.  And I actually enjoyed this more.  I felt free to express myself.  Although the end result wasn’t quite as pretty!

My colouring experiment - in the lines versus free form.

When I started to colour I thought an hour would be such a long time to devote to it.  I thought for sure I would be checking the clock to see how long had gone by.  In reality, though, it was actually quite relaxing.  I didn’t worry about anything else besides the crayon on the paper and what colour I should choose for The Mystery Machine’s door handle.  I worry that we lose track of these simple pleasures in our ‘checking e-mail while watching a movie while eating dinner’ world.  I’m not sure colouring for an hour changed anything in me, but it was enjoyable and gave me sixty minutes to myself (and the Scooby Doo gang).

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2 thoughts on “Day thirty-two

  1. I loved the out of the line colouring….i think it is the most beautiful acutally!

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