Creativity has always been a bit elusive and yet I had a bit of a proud moment a few days ago – I made my first sale on Red Bubble – the first time anyone has actually purchased an item of my photography or in fact, rated anything artistic I have ever done let alone like it enough to shell out some cold hard cash.
This was not something that made me lots of money which is fine because that is not the thing that is most important to me at this stage. As someone who has become convinced that they are the most uncreative individual ever it has been a real boost to my confidence and given me the courage to continue to explore and develop different aspects of my own creativity.
Most of my birth family were creative in some way: My father could make shoes, including difficult orthopaedic splints etc., my mother could knit amazing things, my brother was a consummate artist, author, musician, linguist and all-around renaissance man. My children are all creative, but I had pretty much resigned myself to the fact that the creativity gene has passed me by.
Essentially this belief was encouraged and increased by people who, for some reason, had a vested interest in suppressing aspects of my nature they found challenging to their own ego: They were the creative one, I was not. This has stayed with me throughout my adult life even when my husband constantly
nagged encouraged me to give it a go. I was resistant.
My husband would repeatedly point out that I designed websites for a while. Again, I did not consider that creative. Now I am not sure why. I edited other peoples written work, I even published it, but until about 12 months ago had never considered writing and publishing my own. For some reason when I did finally publish something I didn’t really consider it to be an act of creativity. Why? Because how could it be? I’m not creative, remember?
Up until about 6 months ago, I would never even have considered sharing my efforts any wider than the usual posts to friends on social media. It was only when I stopped comparing myself to other people (invariably coming off worse) that I thought, ‘oh sod it! Let’s see what happens’. So, encouraged by my husband and a couple of friends, I started this blog and a short while later I started to publish some of my images. People have seemed to enjoy both and it has made me happier than I have been for a while.
My husband is ridiculously pleased that I seem to have developed a passion for both writing and photography, and remarks about how happy I look whenever I am let loose with a camera or write a blog. I have to say that my camera has been probably one of the best gifts I have ever received.
Now I know I am nowhere near the best photographer there is, I have a long way to go. I’d like to get to the point where I get more than 10 decent pics and maybe 1 good one out of a 100+ image click-fest.
The support I have had from people thus far has encouraged me to keep writing and also keep clicking away. I am now at the point where I might venture forth and take some formal photography courses in the new year. This is a big deal for me, I don’t have a history of great experiences with teachers of anything remotely involving creativity. However, I do need to learn certain skills and I need to learn it from a firm foundation and build from there. I’d love to work on and improve the areas I am really interested in – the nature, urban and landscape photography, and also be able to present a decent portrait shot. If I am going to do this I need to bite the bullet and get out there.
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