Fun by 3: Create, Craic and Celebrate

I joined an art class: why?

To Create
To have Craic
To Celebrate life

Three main ingredients to reducing the stress in life and stay true to my authentic self.

I remember art class at school and enjoying using the paints to create.  My first term exam piece was adored by my teacher and placed on display in the art room. I got a 1st in art that year, the one and only time ever.  It was a scene from my head that I created many times on pages at home as a child. Horses with riders, horses without riders and the main homestead with curtained windows, picket fence and flowers in the garden.  Mrs Hewitt, I love you for the recognition at a crucial time in my life but it was the appreciation of my work which fed self confidence.   In the years to follow my art attempts were never hailed with such regard.  Personally, I believe self expression in this way was stifled by being at the nun run school which indoctrinated us with religious views and high academic standards.  The multiple intelligence theory by Howard Gardner was only being developed at that time so creative strengths didn't have kudos with the powers that be!

Now as I approach life without estrogen I find myself driven towards self expression through mediums such as poetry, blogging, decoupage, upcyled furniture, vintage home interiors and the best fun of all FACEBOOK!

Yes even through Facebook I can meet the need to express myself.  when I moved to Portstewart on the beautiful north coast of Northern Ireland creativity is nurtured by stunning views, taking photographs and sharing them on Facebook. 

Fed up with the daily mantra of "I wish I could paint" I finally shook the limiting belief that I can't paint and signed up for an art class held locally at Flowerfield Arts Centre.

I'm not producing fabulous pieces to convince myself yet but I am having fun trying.   At the weekend two of my daughters and I were spending an afternoon ' creating having craic producing works of art. They both produced lovely pieces, mine was less polished but the celebration is threefold:
1.  Anna realises that she has a flair for art and wants to take it up.
2. Joanne has revisited her skill and found that it isn't lost.
3. I celebrated the wonderful feeling of pride and happiness with the quality time spent together.

We talked, laughed and discovered all in one afternoon.

Priceless!