My junior year of college, I wore a men's button down shirt (my dad's to be specific), as I carefully and painstakingly placed brush strokes on a thin, oblong canvas. I was taking an art class as an elective. Supposedly, an easy A (not the movie). As I continued to paint, each color jarred me. Each stroke made me annoyed. I was supposed to be happy, to be creative. I was painting my dog for God's sake. Why was I anxious and sweating?
I hated painting.
Following that semester (and the semester after that...), my paint brushes stood in a mug, staring at me. Watching, waiting for a day that would never come. I gave them away to someone with an eager spirit who just 'really liked painting' even though she'd never tried it. I appreciated the enthusiasm, but what I appreciated even more was the empty space in my mug. Bye, brushes, smell you later.
Six years and hundreds of drawings later, a teeny part of me is curious about painting. I'm not taking a class, I'm not being peer pressured, I'm just genuinely curious. Not even about if I would be good at it, but...would it be fun?
On a rare Saturday night with absolutely nothing to do, I stared at a blank canvas. And I painted. For fun. This could quite possibly have been the first time I have done art for myself since childhood. And, you know something?
I didn’t hate it.
So, I kind of really want to know what is something that you wrote off, but now might be into? Also, if you did write something off (perhaps your junior year of college specifically)…what is it and would you revisit it? Asking for a friend xx