I’m not an artist, by any means. I’d more likely consider myself a child. A child who likes to play and get dirty in a rainbow. Who wouldn’t love playing in a rainbow. Sadly, so many people have dismissed that inner child who likes to play. Yet, I’ve learned, through my wanton splashes in color, about life and, ironically, writing. Let me explain in bullet points.
1) Art is subjective. As is writing. As is life.
There is no such thing as black and white, wrong and right. No art piece is perfect or horrible. Not story will appeal to all people. And no ones life is easily explained in a stereotype.
2) Nothing is right on the first try. Ever!
I usually start my paintings and hate what I see. Then, I set the canvas aside to let it stare at me for a while with evil taunting. When I’m ready to sit down to work on it again, it gets a little better. Several sitting later, I find a finish.
It’s this tip that I struggle to remember when writing. First drafts are ugly. The current short story I’m writing, Specimen, read as two short stories that never really fit together. I’m at a second sitting right now. We’ll see how many sittings it takes.
And it’s safe to say that I’m consistently getting life wrong, even after three or four, five or six, one hundred million and twenty two trials. I’m not sure I’ll ever get it right.
3) It’s always more fun to play.
In painting. In writing. And in life. Especially in life. The best things come out of play.
I’m sure there are more, but I feel these three cover the most important lessons in art, writing, and life. I believe if we all took more time to play in the rainbows and allow ourselves room to make mistakes, we’d find more joy in our every day experiences. So, splash in the rainbows, scatter words carelessly, and take a little time to play today!