Can we share? We’re close enough by now, right? I’d like to share a little bit of my creative journey and how it’s coming full circle into the hand embroidered designs I am creating now. This means, we have to go way back into time. A time where I wore sequins, red satin dresses and Annie wigs.
I’m a classically trained opera singer. Yep. You heard that right. In fact, this is me. It’s a clipping from a local magazine. I wasn’t even supposed to be in the photo shoot. They were there for the lead and I was just putting on my makeup.
I started in elementary school really wanting to dance. Oh it was all I could think of. I was the shortest one in my grade, every year and so I was always in front, dancing my heart out. I thought I was as good as the starlets of the dance club, but the teacher wasn’t as convinced. One day, the teacher – along with the music teacher thought I should be singing instead of dancing. I reluctantly agreed, so long as I could still dance. Enter in, this picture of me with a red wig on, singing Annie’s “The Sun Will Come Out” with a dance costume on. You can tell I was totally unhappy about it, but always the people pleaser, I did it.
That’s not the point.
I’ve always said that I would trade my voice in to be able to paint, any day of the week. That’s right. Water color, oils, acrylics, you name it – I love it. Except for that modern stuff – makes no sense to me. My idea of a perfect date was a trip to the Museum of Art in NYC and an ice cream cone from the Mr. Softee vending truck.
Now that I embroider, I have access to paints by way of thread and my canvas, the fabric. I sketch my designs on paper, or trace others (that I’ve legally sourced, thank you very much). It’s as close as I can get at this stage, right?
There’s something else that I find an extension of my embroidery and that’s hand lettering. I am crazy for it. I found another #write31days participant by way of Bobbi Rol’s Instagram feed (she also blogs at Revolution of Love). I was instantly smitten with the idea of being able to perfect my hand letting skills and apply them to my embroidery designs. I love that there is an opportunity to expand into other means of expressing my creativity and boomeranging that back into what I do.
This hand lettering series by CreativeLei, is totally free and completely addicting. I can’t wait to do the assignments each day and follow along with the hashtag, #loveyourlettering on Instagram. I find that my right hand is a little sore, and so is my shoulder, because I grip the pen to tight – because when was the last time I practiced penmanship, right?
Funny thing is, when I was a little girl, I loved to write cursive. All the loops and sweeps. I would spend hours writing upper case L’s like another little girl in my class did. I can even recall her name! Lucia Cordova. Isn’t that pretty? She had a way of writing her L’s and connecting them to the lower case u that I just adored. I remember wishing I had a name with an L so I could have that pretty letter all to myself. And here is hand lettering, as an adult back to refresh my creative expression!
On Saturday night, after we celebrated dinner, we went to Wal-Mart to walk off the meal and I immediately went after a graph composition book, some more washi tape and a couple of sharpie pens. When we got home, I got to it. I was taping pages together with washi tape (to avoid bleeding) at 9:30PM!! Talk about excited.
And dancing? Well, I never took that up again. Or did I? Barre3 has a ballet feel to it, so I am channeling my inner grade school dancer, aren’t I?
I just love that creativity has no bounds. Creativity ebbs and flows, you lose it and then it finds you again in ways you couldn’t possibly expect, realize or control.
How do you stretch your creativity? Can you reach way back into your childhood and see your first creative loves coming to play in your work?I would love to read all about it!
I would also like to share that I wrote a devotional over at Blessed is She today. Blessed is She is a women’s devotional based of the daily readings of the Catholic Church. I wrote about anxiety, not just my own either. Read Peace and Grace, here.
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