it is so difficult to find that solid ground where trust thrives. i am unwrapping the ideas that have been perculating and practicing leaning into them with trust. i hope that in all that the online world offers (good and not so good) you are finding that safe place where you want to be. i am focusing on exploring that type of landscape as i try to fulfill my calling and try new things.
making piñatas was always a fun activity to do as a family. i remember the
balloons,all the sticky glue, strips of newspaper, paper mache, and all the hours spent.
of course, there is the pleasure of hitting it to receive various yummy treats.
i see now more than ever, that it is the process that is the most memorable and valuable.
1. Do you still have a piece of artwork you created when you were a child? Describe or explain. If not, is there a specific memory that you recall about a piece of artwork, art or creativity in your childhood
I’m sure I did all kinds of arts and crafts as a child, if only in school. But the first piece I specifically remember creating was in third grade. It was a simple wall hanging made with a separated napkin, Mod Podge, and Diamond Dust. My mother hung it in the guest room and it stayed there for years. In fact, when my mother made her transition last summer, it was still there! Because I lived so far away from my mother’s house, I only had one opportunity to take my things from the house, and I completely forgot about this wall hanging. Suddenly, I’m wishing I had it.
Art or creativity in my childhood is a complicated issue. I loved to color and draw as a child – most kids do. I’m told that I drew on the walls, and I know I colored on a painting that hung behind the couch when I was growing up. I don’t remember being punished for any of this! As long as I chose “appropriate” forms of expression, my creativity was supported and encouraged, but when I reached outside the box I’d been put into, my hands were slapped. I have an older brother who, at one time, could draw anything. He didn’t just copy what he saw; he could draw a doe that was almost jumping of the page without having anything to look at in front of him. He received special attention for his talents, including private art lessons (we didn’t have a lot of money, so this was MAJOR support from our parents). The encouragement he received acted as DIScouragement to me. I assumed that I wasn’t artistic. I remember being supported in the domestic arts – knitting, embroidery, counted cross stitch, candle wicking, bead work, cooking – but not the painterly arts. That was clearly my brother’s domain. By the time I was in seventh grade, I was actually afraid of art and I avoided it at all costs! I thought I had no talent, no vision. It was an odd tension to live with, to be encouraged to be creative but afraid of art.
2. What does it (artwork/memory) mean to you now?
The glittery napkin art I created in third grade reminds me that I was creative at an early age. My mother’s proud display of that piece also reminds me of her love and support, even if I didn’t recognize it as encouragement at the time.
The memory of creativity in my childhood is sometimes painful, but often amusing, depending on my mood. If I’m feeling melancholy to begin with, I can ride the wave of sadness and unfairness. But mostly, I look at the contrast between the memories of art in my childhood and the reality of my adulthood as a testament to the creative spirit that lives inside us all. Creativity and artistic demonstrations were destined to be a part of my life and years of discouragement couldn’t prevent it from shining through.
3. Will you be willing to share a photo of the artwork you did as a child or share artwork/photo inspired by that memory?
As I mentioned, I don’t have that special piece of artwork that I created as a child; I wish I did. Inspiration is one of my early pieces and I still love it. To me, it’s a Muse carrying my creativity back to me after all those years of ignoring it. This isone of the pieces that is most responded when people see my work up close. I think that’s because of the emotional reaction I had during the creation process.
I am excited to announce the reopening of my etsy shop with a new name. This last month and half has been all about making some lovely items for the home, handmade notebooks, and some prints. The name of my shop is now called 209happy which represents my love for family and home.
My goal is to add new items in the shop more often. I hope you stop by and perhaps
find something for yourself or a loved one.
Perhaps you have noticed that my blog address has changed. It is now http://www.ludidryu.com/. Although I have retired by turn up the sound name, it will always have a special place in my heart. I believe it will still redirect you to my new address, but I hope you will update the blog site address