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Why a Kid Insulting My Art Was My Greatest Art Inspiration

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I call myself an artist because I like making art.  For me, it doesn’t matter where I’ve shown my art, what “techniques” I’m using, or who I’m selling it to.  Art is my aliveness brought to fruition in a way that others can see and hopefully spot their own aliveness in as well.

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Sometimes, I consider it a blessing that I have no formal art training.  Not being savvy with technical art terms is an advantage when my lines aren’t perfectly shaped or my colors aren’t seamlessly blended.  My oblivion and unashamed passion help to silence my inner critic.  Whatever I paint, I create from the heart.  I try to focus on the physical sensations of feelings my brush glide across the canvas, drenched in a juicy glob of heavy-bodied paint.  I feel the bristles press against the stretched linen; I see each fiber drag across a mound of cherry apple red.  As I guide my brush up and down my canvas, the repetitive gestures become meditative.  I stop thinking, as I press down on my brush harder.  The canvas then becomes an open channel to my soul, a clear-as-day lens into what can be sensed, but not seen.  And now – here it is:  in iridescent hues, glistening in silky splotches of wet paint.

 

In my studio, it’s just me and my creations.  It’s the one place in life where I can ignore my inner critic  because I tell myself I am just making a “beautiful mess.”  When I made the decision to start showing my work elsewhere, I accepted that I’d have to grow some thicker skin.  Everyone’s got an opinion.

 

But kids will be honest about theirs.

 

This summer, I took my easel outside for a refreshing day of plain air painting.  My art was featured in the windows of a shop in the downtown area, and this was the day where we were supposed to engage and interact with the customers.

 

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One thing I noticed was how children really gravitated towards my work.  There is a childlike, innocent quality to my art, an oblivion from not knowing what is “proper” technique.  I picked up a paintbrush for the first time when I was stuck in the hospital for months after a disastrous surgery.  My mother brought fabric, glue, paints and markers to my small hospital cubicle, and I made art for the first time.  Suddenly, I found a way to express emotions that were too painful, complicated and overwhelming for words.  I used everything – even toilet paper from the hospital bathroom.  I painted my trees that I missed, I created my inside and outside worlds, full of their joy and pain, tears and hearts, lightning bolts and flowers.  This art was my therapy, like the “me-books” we used to make in grade school.

 

So there I was with my easel, painting outside my storefront with my art proudly on display.  I chose to work on a collage using old paints, newspapers, and whatever I grabbed on my way out.  As an artist, I love being a scavenger. I really don’t care what ends up sticking on my collages – cardboard, old lids, plastic wrap, napkins – once it’s covered with paint, it can all look beautiful! For me, it’s about the process.

 

 

In the middle of my “process”, one child came up to me and stayed peering over my easel for a lengthy period.  As we know, kids are fearless, free and oh so honest.  (You don’t wanna know the things that came out of my mouth as a kid!!!)

This child skimmed over my work for a few seconds longer and then declared, I could do that! That’s just newspaper and scribbles!” The mother was clearly embarrassed, but I was thrilled.  Yes – this is exactly what I want people to come away with after seeing my art. If you call me an “artist”, then you are as well. Anyone can create. It just takes the guts to put yourself out there. That kid gave me the best possible compliment. So, I hope whoever sees my art inspiration walks away with the confidence that YES! They can do that too!

I love that children can make those impulsive, honest comments.  Once we lose the ability to speak those thoughts out loud, it’s more difficult to hear those truths within us.  That child realized he was capable of creating anything in that moment.  In that afternoon, crowds of passersbys looked over at my art, and because I was the “artist” – I was doing something that they “could not”.  Mind made up – been there, tried that, failed, over and done.

Would you have been ashamed to tell me my “mixed media artwork” was just newspaper and scribbles?

The truth is, if adults could be as brutally honest as that child, they would also be able to consciously acknowledge this truth for themselves – they CAN create if they just silence their inner critic.  It’s easier said than done, but maybe we just have to start with that honest child in us.

 

If you think you’ve already “grown up” remember, it’s never too late to “grow down.”

 

Let’s all think like children for a bit and recklessly create what we’ve never seen, but have sensed, wanted, or just felt like.  Don’t know what to start with?  Start with newspaper.  And scribble on it.  Let’s keep revisiting our childhood memories, the feeling that anything was possible with a newspaper, silly putty, a slinky or a cardboard box.

 

Think about the last interaction or moment in your life that meant something to you.  How simple was it?  Maybe your special someone ripped out an article from today’s paper that he knew you’d like.  Maybe he doodled on your daily planner, wishing you the best day ever.  Because thoughts that are true, inspiring and from the heart are usually the simplest ones – straight out of an art project that a kid could do- and can give you the greatest art inspiration.

So the next time you see art in a gallery, an advertisement, a tee-shirt believe that you are capable of creating art.

When you read that I learned art recovering from surgery, walk away knowing that you are powerful enough to conquer any odds in your life with a bit of creative thinking and working with what you’ve got – even if it’s just newspaper

When you read or hear of loss, pain, anger, frustration, joy, gratitude, fear, uncertainty, love and life, I hope you connect with that experience on a primal, intuitive level, and are even inspired to share YOUR story with someone else.  Even if it’s a blank page for now.  Or a blank canvas, whatever works.

Dancing on Shattered Glass Amy Oestreicher

Thank you art, thank you children, thank you detours.

With every blotchy “mistake” on your “canvas”, be empowered with the confidence to be innovative and think of a way to integrate the mistake into an even better design.

 

Let every very “insult” from a kid empowers you with the satisfaction that you have possibly inspired a future creator.

 

Let every “detour” prompt an unexpected interaction with a new opportunity, a new person in your life, and a new direction.

Here’s to navigating our beautiful detours with a brush in hand, and our inner child as the lantern that guides us home.

What doesn’t kill us makes us awesome.

Why a Kid Insulting My Art Was My Greatest Inspiration

Why a Kid Insulting My Art Was My Greatest Inspiration

  • What a lovely attitude to have and you are completely right! Everyone should try to create, my older children are too quick to say they can’t draw or paint and yet I’ve seen them create some beautiful pieces of artwork in school, they might not be accurate like a photograph or be technically perfect, but they are beautiful none the less. Just like yours :)

  • Ally

    Glad to hear this fresh perspective – I have a hard time getting over mental roadblocks when it comes to the creative process. Thanks for the helpful and empowering advice! I think your art is beautiful :)

    Alessandra | The PumpUp Blog

  • I would like to think I have a creative mind, but am not good when it comes to putting it all on paper. Your art is so cool and different! I’m glad that you don’t let anyone get to you.

    xoxo, Jenny || Breakfast at Lillys

  • I love that you weren’t defensive but actually learned something from a child’s perspective. Your artwork is beautiful by the way!

  • Lauren Ashley

    You handled this so great… like a champ and a mature adult! I would have gotten so defensive but you handled it SO well!

    Lauren

    The Fashionista’s Diary

  • This is awesome, Amy! I’m very impressed by how you handled it!

  • Allison Ellzey

    I love your attitude through the whole situation!

  • Great attitude! There are so many different perspectives you can take on the world, but optimistic and understanding ones are usually the best!
    xx, Southwestern Prepster

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