One of my favorite things about living in the Bay Area (besides the ocean, Napa, the Giants and crazy good food) is the variety of museums to experience. We love to go to the tall lookout tower at the De Young Museum and look across the city to the school that Daddy went to, then look out the other window the the neighborhood where Grandpapa grew up. We love to march around the fountain at the Legion of Honor and see the plays at the little theater downstairs. But, most of all we play a little game: "what is your favorite piece of art in this room?" We started playing this game when we took our son to all the famous museums in Italy when he was not even two! But, he could still look and say, "pretty"!
As I write this, my big kids are both 'losing themselves' in art. My girlie is making a large TV with a scene from the Goonies! My boy is drawing a portrait of Steph Curry (of course). My mom was a dance teacher when I was little and her students always gave her gifts- like this cute little mug that she drank her coffee from. I still remember reading this quote on it every morning: “Dance is the only art of which we ourselves are the stuff of which it is made.” I love that we can be creative. I love to see the moves my family makes up on Family Lip Sync night. I love seeing new art, hearing new songs, reading new stories!
I'm starting to realize that I, too, am an artist-- though it seems odd to call myself that! But, I am finding myself--discovering my message and my voice-- in the practice of writing each day. I am losing myself as well; I am forgetting about that pile of dishes and those phone calls to return. I am remembering things that I have seen and experienced that I want to share. I am recreating memories in my words, re-drawing the world around me according to my perceptions. Art is an outpouring of the artist's heart and yet, it is communal as we each can "see" and learn something from what we view/ read. What I write is both deeply personal, and I feel compelled to share so that you are encouraged as well. I hope that those who read, think: "That is what I have been trying to say all along!" So, in finding and sharing a part of myself, you, too can find a piece of yourself.
As I write this, my big kids are both 'losing themselves' in art. My girlie is making a large TV with a scene from the Goonies! My boy is drawing a portrait of Steph Curry (of course). My mom was a dance teacher when I was little and her students always gave her gifts- like this cute little mug that she drank her coffee from. I still remember reading this quote on it every morning: “Dance is the only art of which we ourselves are the stuff of which it is made.” I love that we can be creative. I love to see the moves my family makes up on Family Lip Sync night. I love seeing new art, hearing new songs, reading new stories!
I'm starting to realize that I, too, am an artist-- though it seems odd to call myself that! But, I am finding myself--discovering my message and my voice-- in the practice of writing each day. I am losing myself as well; I am forgetting about that pile of dishes and those phone calls to return. I am remembering things that I have seen and experienced that I want to share. I am recreating memories in my words, re-drawing the world around me according to my perceptions. Art is an outpouring of the artist's heart and yet, it is communal as we each can "see" and learn something from what we view/ read. What I write is both deeply personal, and I feel compelled to share so that you are encouraged as well. I hope that those who read, think: "That is what I have been trying to say all along!" So, in finding and sharing a part of myself, you, too can find a piece of yourself.