So, often I see people who have put away thier crayons , never able to play again! One day I walked in to a Exmouth day center and it was my job to inspire and help them to create and this day I was able to be an instrument, to undo years of blocked creativity! To be able to do this work was such an honour.
Week after week I would breeze in with my paints, magazines and flowers, set up a still life and have a wonderful time! In the class there was a beautiful women, she sat with her arms crossed, closed and determined not to draw or paint, her name was Betty.
I soon found out what she loved, birds, flower and nature. Every week I would place a pencil , brush and small pan of colors carefully next to Betty. One rainy day, with out warning she stared to open up to me. Well on this day it all came tumbling out, in short she said her 6 grade art teacher came over to her and told her “The rose she was painting looked like a cabbage!” What ! I exclaimed , that’s so wrong! I was shocked to find out that Betty put down the paint brush and never drew or painted again. I told here a bit about my story and we sipped tea and had a grumble. ” Soul murder ” I declared that is what that is I said. I was called to the other side of the table to help clean up a spill and as we all started to sing one of my favorit oldies ” Daisy ” I could see Betty out of the courner of my eye, she had thought it though and with a sligh smirk she carefully picked up the brush and with deliberate determination she began to paint! It was beautiful and she was very good soon making pictures and cards that her family framed and hung proudly on there walls. I really had not done anything just listened, was just kind, gave time and showed a bit of love. I truly believe creativity is inherent in the human make up! Everyone has a desire to create in some way but equally we can tear down and distroy.