Once upon a time I wanted to make an airplane out of stuff I had at home; things like a toilet tissue cardboard thing, toothpicks, plastic wrap for the windows, scotch tape. Needless to say this did not go well. After several minutes at it and lots of frustration I quit, threw the stuff away.
A few months ago I decided to give it another try. Aluminum foil, masking tape, and plaster strips from the hobby store. A much more successful endeavor, and here is that finished product. Crude in shape, lumpy, a little fragile…but it’s my airplane. Finally.
I had to give myself permission to play, to create, to get in touch with that little girl and her inner artist, to make a nice mess and just have fun. Now I find that many of my art projects have become the focus of my viewfinder.
Meanwhile I sense that opening this door inside me is taking me to new places, opening my heart to new ideas, new ways of living and being. It is all about the journey, not the end product or result.
What do you do to get in touch with your inner artist?