I am no artist

“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.” – Pablo Picasso

I’m simply not, there’s no denying it.

I tried and tried for years upon years to be creative, I remember beating myself up about it. I just couldn’t seem to access that part of my brain that everyone else could. The worst would be when I had a grand plan in my head but just could not execute it properly. This killed me as a kid. 

It took me a long time to realize that it is okay if I am not the most creatively talented person on earth. It is normal to not be perfect at everything. It’s what makes us human, we’re flawed. Quite honestly it helps me to appreciate other artist’s work so much more. I love seeing an artist, choreographer, chef, interior designer or any creative person at work is mesmerizing. I’ve always been fascinated with how an artist’s brain works. I see how different it is from mine and almost laugh. 

It’s fine though, I have come to terms with it not being my strength. On the other hand, when it comes to looking at graphs and finding patterns, I am there. Give me a puzzle, some tea, and a movie and I will be there for hours upon hours. One night my little sister and I finished a thousand-piece puzzle in about four hours. We truly pride ourselves on that a little too much. 


Sometimes when I am doing a puzzle of a painting I’ll look at the picture as a whole and think “Wow there’s no way I would be able to paint this.” Then I think “I would love to see the artist who actually painted this complete the puzzle.” We’re all different, we all have our own strengths and weaknesses. The issue is we tend to show off our strengths and hide stuff we are self-conscious about. The concept of being vulnerable is a scary one.

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