While tidying and organising my second bedroom back into the studio art space that it was supposed to be, I rediscovered mounds of art supplies and materials I had completely forgotten that I own. It dawned on me that maybe, deep inside, I am that creative kid that people have labeled me as my whole life. I mean, it’s not normal to have this amount of art and craft gear, from glue guns to charcoal. Then I wondered if I had a hoarding problem. But, once organised, it made more sense. It made beautiful, artistic sense.
All this ‘mess’ is my favourite part of me. My most treasured possessions. The room is now a sanctuary. An escape waiting to be taken advantage of. Shelves upon shelves of matter begging to be put to good use once again. My desire to create has found it’s way back to me, and I can’t wait to sink my teeth in and take a huge bite.