Let Your Light Shine

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Creative Timing

A work that in progress

I am grateful for every new idea that comes to me. Sometimes it’s an inspiration for a new painting or maybe a party game when I’m in charge of entertainment for a bash. (Farm Animal Price is Right was a big hit!) I may come up with a way to solve a practical problem or a concept for a blog post. I love to be creative but I just can’t control when inspiration will occur.

The best way to be inspired is to start working. The more I work on a project, the more ideas I get. There’s nothing like jumping right into the mess of a project to see new pathways or solutions. If you’re stuck on a project just take one little micro-mini step and you may be on your way to something better than you originally imagined. Turn it upside down and backward to see it in a new light.

This painting was commissioned to preserve family memories of a special place.

Some good ideas come while I’m walking the dog in the morning and letting my mind wander. I never listen to music or podcasts while I’m walking. I like natural sounds and silence. Whatever concerns are top of mind usually get examined again and sometimes new little ideas bubble up. This is great because I have all day to think them over. Ideas that pop into my brain in the daylight are usually workable.

I get good ideas at church. I admit that my mind wanders but I choose to think it’s making space for divine inspiration. Any idea that pops into my brain at church gets taken very seriously.

I do a good bit of driving so that’s another opportunity for the mind to travel to new territory. If I go down a mental rabbit hole, I can work on an idea for quite a while and still pay attention to traffic. (Although I may not realize how far I’ve traveled.) The only drawback is that I can’t write and dictating to my phone is too distracting. So I’ve got to hold that thought awhile – not so convenient.

The worst time for me to get ideas is when my head hits the pillow. When that happens I know I’ll be noodling it around for a long time and I won’t be able to shut down the mental processor and get some sleep. I’ll think and struggle and toss and turn.

Inspiration lights up my brain and shoots off in all kinds of “what-if” directions. I think of the practical side of how to make it work and how to add razzle dazzle. The idea develops and morphs and coagulates.

I stay from You Tube DIY videos late at night. I know that my brain will be DIYing for hours. Ideas that involve images are challenging enough but ideas that involve words are the worst! I’m afraid I’ll lose them so I keep reviewing them until I finally get up and write them down.

I’ve learned over time that the only way to get relief is to get up and do a brain dump onto paper and hope that it will make sense in the morning. Usually it just needs more work, but sometimes the idea is just too crazy when held up to the light of day.

Early stages of a quilt on my design wall

I adore creativity. It gives me energy. It’s a high that spills over even into mundane chores. I can conquer any boring task when I have an exciting new project to plan out. I lose track of time and enjoy the ride.

Creativity shows up when it wants to and it’s our job to make the most of it.

Maker Genes?

Quilt that says "Let Your Light Shine!"

Is the tendency to be creative inherited? I come from a long line of makers, people who knew how to create things and preferred handmade over store-bought. Nature or nurture, I’m following in their footsteps. What do you know about your family’s creative legacy? Here’s mine.

On my mother’s side, my grandmother was a seamstress who did every kind of needlework imaginable. She crocheted doilies and embroidered pillowcases. She quilted.

She even did a type of cutwork called Hardinger embroidery. I remember looking at the Lee Ward’s catalogue at her house and being fascinated by all of the kits and supplies.

antique handmade buttons
Handmade buttons like those that my great-aunt made during World War II appear to be made with bone and yarn.

Her family in Poland rebuilt their house when the village was burned by the Bolsheviks in 1919. They raised their own food and honey bees. One of my great aunts even sold hand-made buttons and soap to feed her family during WWII. Now that’s resourceful!

My dad’s mother was also a maker. Every birthday card contained a hankie with a crocheted edging. For Christmas she made all 26 of her grandchildren a pair of flannel pajamas that were a pretty darn good fit. Out of those 26 grandchildren, there are several painters, card makers, an expert knitter, crocheters, a photographer, a hair stylist, meat cutters, bakers, cooks, crafters, a musician, and a painter of Ukranian Easter eggs. Sounds like a maker gene to me.

a painting of a house and yard
This is Grandma and Grandpap’s house remembered as a painting.

I’m not sure I can even list all the things my Mom has made over the years. My sisters and I had the best Barbie clothes in town: outfits for every occasion!

Every outfit was complete with accessories!

Mom made lots of our clothes, too. It wasn’t just sewing, she was great at many crafts. She crocheted and taught me to embroider when I was five. She did paint-by-number sets. She made the fanciest Christmas cookies you have ever seen. After her five of kids were a little older, she began to sell her wares at local craft shows to make extra money for Christmas.

Dad was handy, too. With help from my uncles he remodeled our house and added on three rooms, making all the cabinetry himself. He was always tinkering and learning. He made cutting boards and rolling pins to give as gifts.

rolling pin and cutting board

I’m obsessed with making. I love to watch people making things on Create TV or You Tube. I quilt and embroider and paint and dabble in other crafts, too. If a day goes by without working on a project it feels like a day wasted.

I could spend huge sums of money at hardware, craft, fabric or stationery stores, so I only go there for what I need (mostly). Raw material of any kind has so many possibilities!

When I’m out plein air painting the people who stop to chat often talk about their relatives who could draw or paint. I think they secretly wish they were carrying on that legacy, but they tell me they have no talent for it. I just tell them that I’m sure they have other gifts which painters don’t have. I hope their “maker gene” is getting expressed in some other way.

Keep on creating!