If someone had asked me before I started my blog whether I was creative, I’d likely have had a good laugh before firmly stating that no I am not. But, the longer I blog the more apparent it becomes to me that the creative side is the side I truly love. It’s the bit that fuels my passion and keeps me coming back for more.
Now I look back and I can see how creativity has always been a part of my life. Sorting my teenage emotions through poetry and covering my bedroom walls in drawings. Being repeatedly told off at college for my writing not being ‘business-like’. It was a constant battle with everything I wrote. All the crafty hobbies I’ve picked up over the years and loved.
I now know why I never saw myself as creative. I’m a perfectionist. And there was no way of me measuring the perfection of my creativity. If I got a maths sum right I knew it. But art, in whatever form, has no right or wrong. Creatives are constantly breaking the rules and getting amazing results. I also finally see that I don’t have to be good at every artistic thing to call myself creative. I can still be creative even if my paintings look like a 5-year-old did them and I can’t work out one end of a guitar from the other.
Click the lips below for some creative and devilishly sinful snaps!