Now that is a good question. I recently visited a blog with a very interesting question. I always love a challenging question makes the rusty gears grind into working a little faster. LOL
Crescendo asks us how ART has saved us?
For me that is a many parts answer. I started creating at a very young age. My Mother got me hooked so that I would be busy when the weather was not so nice. I loved playing with all kinds of buttons, wood, fabrics, paper and threads. Ceramics and the list goes on.
As a teenager I loved home ec and made a shirt or two although still to this day hate making or mending clothing.
As a adult it saved me money from buying things that I knew I could create for less. LOL
But personally how did it save me? Well that is a whole new ball of wax. It saved me from insanity when my children were young. It helped remind me that I matter too. As Mother's we are often unselfish beings. We clean, cook and care for our families with such pride and dedication that we often are the forgotten ones. That isn't saying that being a wife/mother is a bad thing it is just that we seldom do things without someone elses needs or wants being first. Often times when we even treat ourselves to a simple coffee a cloud of guilt will consume us. Oh, I should have bought the kids a treat instead of me. Yes, this really has been my thoughts.
Creating is the one selfish thing I do. I do buy supplies for me, and I do create as much for the joy as the need. It makes me who I am. It keeps me centered in the big old world of loads of laundry, caring for a loving family and shuffling dollars to make cents. I don't ask the family if I can create, I simply tell them that I am going to. Then I do it. Art give me a identity beyond being just the kids Mom and Mr. Peabody's wife. It reminds me of who ME is...
Now tell me your story. I would love to know.
Have a wonderful day. I am off to finish painting the new studio. YEAH!
hugs,pea