Before and After
It is interesting how one event, large or small, can divide a lifetime into “before” and “after”. In my case, there was my life “before” this specific unidentified illness turned everything upside down, inside out and backwards and my life now, “after”. Of course there is a good amount of overlap between the two, as I am the same person, but it is the things that are different that are most intriguing sometimes. These differences can be annoying or frustrating, as in the limitations on previously beloved hiking, but they can also be wonderful discoveries. "Before" I very hesitantly and only at the strong encouraging of my friend experimented with art in the form of attending a few stamping parties and making some collage type ATCs (which I never ever showed to anyone else). "After" I have discovered that while I am never going to be a professional, or even a great artist, I can escape to a place where I forget about "before" and can experiment in so many different ways with my perspective of the world through visual arts. I am no longer fearful of failure, of being less than perfect, of making mistakes or not doing things right. I am certain I break more rules of the art world than I can count, but I don't really care. For me it is one of the few things that belongs completely to the "after", one of the few times I can absolutely forget "before", something wonderful and new and unexpected that has emerged. And oddly enough, with those fears gone, I am far better than I ever was before (still not good or great) but I delight in it and that is all that matters to me. Where I expected only loss I found great gain. At my expectation, once again, God laughs.
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