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I Still Believe

I believe in fairy tales. No, I’m not crazy. No, I’m not five. No! I’m not a daydreamer with unrealistic expectations. Ok, I might daydream a little ( so sue me), but I bet I do it a lot less than most artists. And when it comes to expectations, I call myself an optimistic pessimist. That should tell you something. But I believe, oooh do I believe. I believe in loyal knights, honorable princes, gentle ladies, good conquering evil, and happy endings. I believe that a spoon full of sugar does help the medicine go down. That strength, courage, love, sacrifice, and hope are more powerful than hate, deceit, fear, and evil. I believe that a way to a girls heart is through giant libraries and a single rose. I believe in wishing on stars, and the unending bond between friends and family.

Ok, I know I’m losing you here, but stick with me for a few more seconds. I know bad things happen, and sometimes the darkness seems to win ( Quick Note: Cancer sucks, as do evil bosses that try and tear you down every day). So why, might you ask, do I still believe when I fully acknowledge life is not always great? Well, because fairy tales teach us how to fight the dragons, and the evil queens. In everyday life we encounter evil, heartbreak, and injustice. Sometimes our dragons are called cancer, poverty, depression …. Fairy tales don’t seem perfect to me. Bad things happen to the characters.

Come on, think of your favorite Disney movie, how many times do they kill off the parents, but we still don’t think of them as dark depressing parables on the fragility of life. No, we sing Let It Go like it’s our national anthem. Fairy tales tell us that we have to push forward and fight back against the evil or adversities we encounter. They are simply parables that teach us not to give up. Ok, now you’re saying it’s all well and good to never give up, but what the heck am I supposed to do when my magical fairy godmother takes a wrong turn and never shows up?

I see the magic in fairy tales as allegories. Simple examples of ordinary people accomplishing extraordinary things. When someone accomplishes or overcomes something difficult are we not in awe? When you find love on a planet that has billions of people, is that not a bit magical? We encounter magical things everyday through simple acts of kindness and extraordinary gestures. It may not be the bibbiti-bobbiti-bo type, but hay it’s a magical moment when someone brings you coffee out of the blue, or better yet chocolate.

I am probably not going to convince many people to believe as I do, but perhaps they won’t condemn those of us who do believe. Fairy tales can teach us many things. For instance, they taught me that nothing ever turns out how we think it will, but it will turn out. That the loyal knights we meet might be wearing tattered armor, but it simply means their mettle was tested and they came out of the fight in the end. Sometimes a beast is not just a beast. We have to look beyond what is on the outside to see the truth. Lastly, keep this in mind ” Since it is so likely that children will meet cruel enemies let them at least have heard of brave knights and heroic courage”, You have to love C.S. Lewis.

To the believers and the dreams out there, never lose that touch of whimsy. To the skeptics, let a little magic in. I promise you won’t regret it

So, let me ask you this, do you believe?

The Consummate Amateur

I am a consummate amateur. Good at many things and master of few. I can paint and sculpted, but I’m no Michelangelo. I draw and cook, but I am no Mary Blair or Michael Simon. I’m a lyricist, but I’m not Bob Dylan ( a little side note here, Dylan is a GREAT song writer, but he is no singer. Go ahead and crucify me now folks, but he can’t sing.[ Another side not: my dad disagrees with me.] ). I can sing, but I not a performer ( I am a bit better than Dylan though. Even my dad agrees with that). What’s a girl ( or boy for that matter) to do when they are good at many things, but never the best?

 
I don’t know. I was hoping you had the answer. You don’t! Emoji sad face 🙁

 
I recently sat down with my mom and read some of my future blog posts to her. She thought I was being too hard on myself. I know what you’re thinking, I’m her precious little snowflake, but if you knew my mom you would know that is not the case. The conversation did make me evaluate my articles though, and here’s the conclusion I came to:
Most of us are consummate amateurs.

 
Admittedly, I am an odd mix of right and left brain which makes defining myself ( in work and life ) a bit hard. I am excellent at reading a room, and have the ability to smell BS from a mile away. A great communicator and conceptualizer who can interpret almost anything in a visual way. Also, I have the ability to taste something and figure out the recipe ( it probably helps that I am the daughter of a chocolatier). I hem and haw a bit ( at least in my mind), but I attempt to overcome my fears (except for spiders, there is no way I will make peace with spiders – they all must die). These are just a few of the things that make me who I am; a pessimistic optimist with a vivid imagination. The problem with this dichotomy of abilities is finding my place in this world.

 
I was thinking about talents lately, and if I write all mine down they look like an equation without an answer. Maybe all this mediocre greatness adds up to something that hasn’t been invented yet, or maybe I’ll build a-better-mouse-trap. Who knows? I sure don’t. But I want to encourage all the consummate amateurs to keep this in mind; even if you are not the best, smartest, or most educated person in the room, no one will have the same perspective as you do, and a different perspective can lead to greatness. Just don’t let the hang-ups you have stop you from trying something new. Learn as much as you can, then act. Don’t let one (or 10) rejections get you down. Walt Disney was rejected by roughly 302 banker before he received the funding for Disneyland. It takes time and effort to build something of value.

Well, are you a consummate amateur too?

 
If so, welcome to this tribe of misfit toys! We have cookies.

 
P.S. Here’s a quick shout out to the consummate armatures and the people who love them. I will never be the best at everything ( which is completely annoying), but I have the best support system in the world – my parents. They challenge me to be better, and love me even when I’m not.