Many years ago as a new wife and mother, I found myself with nothing to do.
My husband was at work, my baby was taking her nap, and the house was already clean.
I thought about watching t.
v.
, but I really just wanted to draw, even though I couldn't draw a stick figure.
I just went with the urge and picked up a pencil and one of my daughters Disney books and started drawing "grumpy"out of "snow white and the seven dwarfs", as I was drawing I didn't think about whether it was good or not, I didn't think it was silly to try to draw when I didn't really now how.
I thought about the picture itself, where does this line go and how does this curve go, I just tried to draw what I saw and everything else disappeared, I felt at peace.
An hour went by, my daughter began to wake up and I was snapped out of my peaceful trance.
I looked at what I drew and it was actually pretty good and I was quite surprised in myself.
I went on with my day, feeding the baby, playing with her, starting super, all the while still marveling at myself for this weird hidden ability.
Had I always known how to draw and just never knew to try or did I seriously just pick up a pencil and ta da I'm an artist? I was getting a pretty big head about it by the time my husband came home.
I showed him my drawing of "grumpy" with this big smile on my face and he said "what's that supposed to be?" I don't have to tell you how totally popped my bubble was, but it did something else too, it made me mad, which made me determined.
So the next day at nap time I tried again.
My plan this time was to really pay attention to how the picture was looking as I drew, I chose "sleepy"this time, but as soon as I started that peaceful trance came over me again and everything else disappeared once more.
My daughter awoke, I looked at my picture and it was even better then the one of "grumpy", when my not so couth husband came home this time, I didn't present it to him like some kind of trophy I just left it sitting on the table, he looked at it and said "hey, isn't that one of those dwarf things?" I just smiled to myself.
I continued to draw every day and that weird trance became less weird and actually very addicting.
I started drawing mainly for the feelings it inspired in me and at the same time I was getting very good at it.
I ran out of children's books and picked up a photograph of my father in law, I drew it, of coarse it ended up looking like the cartoons I had been drawing, but I didn't care (much), I just kept drawing whatever picture I could find.
I filled up three drawing tablets and was pretty proud of the progress I had made from the first person I had drawn to the last.
I still draw to this day almost fifteen years later.
I specialize in portrait art and make some money on the side by doing this.
I have dabbled with painting in the past and the feelings are the same for me with painting as they are with drawing, I now have plenty of canvases and brushes and the paint I need to paint what ever I want when ever I want and I still get that peaceful feeling when I do.
I don't do my art full time because I don't want it to feel like work, I'm afraid I would loose my love for it if I had to do it.
Still I wonder if this was a talent I always had and never really knew or if there is something like this in everyone.
Some sleeping talent that you just have to wake up.
Even now as I write this article I find myself getting carried away with it, that peaceful feeling is with me.
Drawing, painting, gardening, sewing and reading are but a few of the many things I find this feeling in.
You can awaken your hidden creative talent(s) too, you just have to find that something, be it one thing or several.
These things have the power to take you away, if only for a short time, and can be a wonderful outlet for your everyday problems.