Today is one of those really emotional days. The kind only women can have. It feels like there is an alien pulsating inside my veins screaming to be released. One day I’m going to find out why God needed women to be so emotional. Well, today in my emotional, internal pulsating I have gone from tears, to laughter. I’ve done some yelling and then some doughnuts and finally it has all culminated in art.
I am a closet artist. You will never find anything I’ve done in a museum. It’s clumsy work at it’s best. I like to show it to my kids. I really like creating it alongside my kids. Their work often surpasses mine. I find it is the creation process that brings me the greatest joy and the fullest outlet to my internal emotional struggle. I work in mixed media which in ‘Kelly Speak’ means I glue, cut, paste, paint ribbon and then weave in some verbage.
I have learned we are all artists. I know this for certain. I was created by the most amazing being and how could he not knit His own creative passions into the fiber of my being. And yet, I am still surprised when, on days like today, where there seems to be no release for the passion that beats through my body, I find it through creating something of beauty (even if it is only pretty to me and my kids).