Marker on card
Right before we ran out the door for our road trip I grabbed a bag of markers and ordinary index cards. I thought we’d make a postcard or something or in the very least have some coloring on standby in case of boredom.
But, I have to tell you, this was totally for me.
Midway through the trip I felt too full, too laden with memory and detail. Couldn’t even sleep in on a Sunday morning (such a rare opportunity!!), but instead grabbed that bag of supplies and started sketching in my hotel bed.
My shoulders loosened. I had a laugh and a misty eye. I felt ready for whatever came next.
I don’t know if you’ve ever been told you’re “not an artist.” Can I tell you that is total bullshit? That that is not even a question?
Can I tell you that you were shaped by the Maker of the cosmos and the chromosomes? That you are a very image of that Creator?
However it may happen in you, however surprising and unconventional it may be, creating is your birthright and an *essential* element of your well-being. Marker on card or acrylic on canvas, we need your art — and you do, too.
Dare to doodle, beloveds. For free, and for freedom.
Some things that helped me just draw…
Nothing is “wrong.” I let myself draw even when we bumped down the interstate. Any stroke that hit the paper was just part of the authentic journey of that moment and creation.
I had in mind that real life, real paper and hand drawn lines, mean more than what might appear on my phone. Do I want Henlee to remember my insta highlights or the feel of sketching together?
Curiosity got the better of me. What might happen if I just try and draw this? What can I make? What might I see differently or process deeper if I engage this part of my being?
Simplicity. 1 triple-used ziploc bag + crayola washable markers + index cards that followed me from college + 1 pen. In my purse.