This post lived in my draft folder all weekend. I’ve scratched it, restarted it, and still had trouble nailing down my answers to a simple question: why do I love to create? It’s an important piece of my puzzle and today, I’m going to share why this chronically badass chick likes to hoard paper and fabric, and do crazy things with them.
“Do your own thing on your own terms and get what you came here for”
― Oliver James
I think first and foremost my creativity allows me to express myself on my own terms. I sew my own clothes, make my own printables, and customized my one-of-a-kind planner all in an attempt to express my dreams, my loves, and my emotions.
Sometimes reality is too complex. Fiction gives it form.
And sometimes, reality is too frightening. As the morning news becomes more and more tragic, I find myself turning to my sketch pad or my stories to try and make sense of the things happening around me.
The primary benefit of practicing any art , whether well or badly, is that it enables one’s soul to grow.
—Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
Obviously, creating is also a coping mechanism for me. I think it was this new role that art took on that made it so powerful and important for me. My body is not my own, but what I create with it is.
Beauty will save the world.
I think we can all agree that the world needs more beauty. If I can improve someone’s day with an uplifting photo or simple project, then I will try my best to do so.
Why do you create? I’d love to know; share your reasons in the comments or on social media @faythelibrarian!