I was recently approached and invited to join Murmuration’s team of talented writers. I’m excited to share this piece for the online arts and creative writing magazine, not only because it’s my first contribution, but also because it’s the first I’ve written about my own writing. Definitely check out their blog and website, and if you’re a writer or artist, submissions are currently open for the upcoming issue. My piece is also available here- The Truth Behind My Writing. Thank you for reading!
Without the ability to sing, paint, draw, design or craft well, if at all, I accepted the fact that I was not blessed with the artistic gene. I spent most of my life thinking analytically, pursuing careers and goals within the realm of business and practicality. But that lifestyle and mindset left me unfulfilled. After the initial satisfaction of completing a goal wore off, I was left feeling empty.
I’ve always been able to write. After all, this is one of the first things we’re taught in school. Out of habit, I approached writing logically and systematically. I focused on structure and grammar, rather than emotion or imagination. With regards to art, my mind was stuck in one dimension, blind to the colorful paths that lead off course.
Yet there was always an elusively faint glow in the distance. A dim light that shined brighter as I methodically made my way down the a straight and narrow path, until it’s magnetic force grabbed hold and inescapably pulled me in.
It only took one afternoon to sit and let my head wander. I wrote down anything and everything as it tumbled from my mind. To my surprise, the black letters appearing across the blank white page began to make sense. As I came alive, so did my words.
I realized I had unlocked something that was subconsciously hidden away. It took me over 28 years to find the key to the creative outlet of my soul. Then all at once, the energy came rushing out in a continuous gush, unable to be confined to the quarters it was once held.
Embracing the creative art of words, I now find myself writing fiction, poetry, stories, and prose. I design places of fantasy, mystical creatures, twists, turns and surprise endings. I decorate with imagery and create emotional depth. Or at least I’m working on it. Inspiration is art and art is inspiration, and I’m learning to embrace this continuous cycle.
I still sometimes find myself retreating to the same comfortable mold, that practical place on the safer side of words, unsure if the picture is painted as exquisitely as I wanted it to be. This is when I challenge myself the most, remembering that true beauty in any art form is originality and passion. There are no rules. There are no constraints. We can’t be afraid to color outside the lines. To shock. To be bold, strange, or even little crazy. We must push ourselves to think in fresh ways so our readers are forced to do the same.
Not everyone is blessed with an obvious artistic gene. It may not be immediately recognizable or gifted in a neatly wrapped bow, but that love of art is somewhere inside of us waiting to be unleashed. We must not surpass that closed door for fear of struggle, failure, or the unknown, looming on the other side. For missing out on the beauty created by unique artistry is a far greater loss.
[As seen on Murmurations]