abigail’s thoughts on educated women

If we mean to have Heroes, Statesman and Philosophers, we should have learned women…. If much depends as is allowed upon the early Education of youth and the first principals which are instilled take the deepest root, great benefit must arise from literary accomplishments in women.
letter from Abigail Adams to John Adams, August 4, 1776.
…compiled by William O. Foss, First Ladies Quotations Book
and many, many, many more . . .

taking photos for fun

April is a wonderful month….The scent of the earth reawakening and the sight of Mother Nature’s brilliant display of color will rouse and remind you how wonderful it is simply to be alive.
Sarah Ban Breathnach, Simple Abundance

Since I have started taking photos again I am paying better attention to the world around me. Typically I go through life with blinders on, seeing only what is directly in front of me, never looking to the left or right, up or down. I had stopped taking pictures after my nephews grew up, thinking there was nothing left to photograph. I mean, really, how many photos of my cats can I have?

But with my blogging for a while now I started seeing other bloggers post their photos and I realized that there was a whole world out there to take pictures of if for no other reason than I liked it and wanted to. After all, with digital cameras these days there is practically no expense in taking tons of photos and then uploading them on the computer. I get to see them, play and manipulate them and then post them. The only expense is if I want to print them. It is really a win-win situation.

Of course I still hesitate in taking some photos I want to because I still have that “someone will see you and think you’re crazy” dragon breathing on my neck. Sometimes I am able to elbow it in the face and take the picture anyway; other times I give in to the taunts and don’t get the image captured.

Case in point, yesterday I was outside on my break and there was a seagull eating bits at pieces of a slice of bread. Cool pics. But the best part was when another bird flew down beside him and that seagull picked up that stale slice of bread and swallowed the thing whole. I could actually see the outline of the bread in his neck as he worked hard at swallowing it. Really cool pics. But did I take pictures of this scene? No, because people I didn’t even know and will never see again were sitting in a vehicle not far away. I felt stupid for even wanting to pull out the camera. That ol’ dragon won that battle. Maybe next time I will win.

In the meantime, I am enjoying spring in all its beauty and trying to capture as much of it as I can with my camera. Just for the fun of it!

I can never have too many photos of my cats!
I can never have too many photos of my cats!

fear to create

To live a creative life we must lose our fear of being wrong.

I don’t know who wrote those words but they are so true. For most of my life the biggest part of my reluctance to create art or once created keep it hidden was that it (and I) was “wrong” or unacceptable or undefinable or not worthy of notice. It didn’t help when I would show my art – in whatever form it took at the time – to other people and they would say something along the lines of “I don’t get it.” Of course, I have said that about art as well.

What does the statement, “I don’t get it” really mean anyway? Is it necessary for me or anyone else to “get it?” Isn’t the act of creating the art worth something whether it is meaningless to me or not? I don’t know. That really isn’t my focus here because ultimately, art is subjective, or to quote an age old adage, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

My focus rather, is on how my fear of being wrong stifled my creative drive. I have always created art and when I feared it was unacceptable, I created acceptable art. Sometimes I feel as if I wasted half of my life being afraid. It is easy for me to feel that way because of my morose brain.

What helped me get beyond that fear were two things: God and age. As I’ve grown older I slowly began not to care about what other people thought, especially regarding my art. The old dragon still hangs about but I remind myself each day to ignore his snorts of derision and contemptuous laughter. I remind myself that God created me as I am – creative streak and all – and it is my responsibility as a child of God to use the gift He gave me.

Sometimes my work is plain and simple; other times it is a mystery even to me. But those mysterious works of art are expressions of my inner self and I need to honor that self, not ignore her. So, if I stand at my work table or in a museum or gallery and look at the art before me and wonder, “I don’t get it” – maybe I’m not supposed to. Maybe the work is understood only by the subconscious me.

Regardless, I need not fear creating art of any kind. It matters not what the world thinks. It only matters what I think and what I think God thinks (after all, who really knows the mind of God?).

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