For twenty-some years I’ve been acquiring papers, inks, and items that I felt had an artistic value.
Back in the Early 80’s when I first began creating handmade greeting cards, I attended rubber stamp workshops and took classes. I had no idea what my style was, or if I even had one. There was no real direction to my effort–just repeating instructions created by someone else. Eventually, I began to draw more comfort from putting physical items together rather than just applying ink to stamp to paper. I began to realize that I did have a preferred style of creating and it was collage.
From this point I began to experiment with the effects of paints, mediums, chalks and colored pens. I played with watercolor paints, tried my hand at making marbled paper, and had fun making cards using the beautiful altered papers I had created.
When does one reach the point of saturation in the acquisition of things? Hopefully, one would reach that point before they turn into a true hoarder of things. Letting go of things is often difficult–there’s memories attached to each item, and with those memories, lies an emotion.
Personally, I realize that I can’t keep everything I’ve acquired in this life until the day I die, because by doing so, it makes dealing with things I’ve acquired an odious task for my loved ones. I don’t have a death wish nor terminal illness–what I have is realization of a saturation point in acquiring. I’d like to let go of a number of things in order to simplify my life, to bring order to a part of my creativity, so I can be more effective and selective as an artist. Less is more… There’s a certain freedom in letting go of things and I’m beginning to really enjoy that emotion more than the one(s) attached to the things I own.
I’ve come across numerous thank you cards from other artists and crafters who have crossed my path over the years. I told my husband that seeing all of these very positive comments makes me feel like a worthwhile person. We all need that touch of validation in our life from time to time.
I have no idea why I create (nor why I write); it’s just an inner urge that I have to yield to.
I came across a nice quotation in my sorting, “Sometimes the best way to figure out who you are is to get to that place where you don’t have to be anything else.” I don’t know who the author is, but the words seem to fit where I am in my life right now. So letting go of most of what I’ve acquired is a fitting thing to do for now. Happiness is …
Be safe, be well, and please be happy. Be sure to tell those you love that you love them.