August 22, 2016
Though I may not have received much formal training in art until I started college, I was very blessed to be raised in a very creative environment. Coming up with new and unique solutions to the daily challenges of family life was all I ever knew. Watching my father spend many late nights buried in pens, ink, and tracing paper taught me to pursue my ideas and passions relentlessly. All through highschool though I struggled to decide what my passions where. I enjoyed many things ranging from conchology, to swimming, to astronomy, to classical piano, to woodworking, to fashion design, but I never felt like I discovered something that I was wholeheartedly passionate about. Then I began taking art classes in college and I fell in love.
I had always been crafty and very handy at personalizing everything I owned from my clothes to my school binders so I was very familiar with the feeling of creating something new and beautiful from common objects but to watch something grow under my fingers from the ground up was a thrill like I had never felt before. I am not sure words can adequately describe how it feels to create, but I knew that I felt that I was fulfilling my divine identity and purpose in a way I never had before. I knew that almost every waking moment, and many sleeping ones were filled with visions of potential projects, and my mind was constantly chipping away at challenges I was facing with current ones.
Though there are times when the fires of my creativity burn low I can always recognize when through my efforts or the circumstances of my life they are stoked to a flame again because I feel an almost relentless desire to actualize my ideas. It is as if a fifth sense is awakened and enhungered. A sense that combines all the other senses and emotions and seeks to condense them into one medium that can communicate to all who come into contact with it. It is this desire to capture the human experience and express the commonalities we all share that drives me to continue to stoke this flame. A flame that sometimes burns me, a flame that often draws the strength out of my body to feed my soul.
There is this intrinsic desire to connect that is common to all mankind. This connection often comes when we recognize the ways that we are the same and celebrate the ways that we are unique. Oftentimes though, individuals struggle to see the common thread, or value their uncommon ones, but art can often shine the light that provides clarity for many. By presenting complex emotions, life experiences, and ideas in simple visual representations, a visual artist has the power to quickly create unity and understanding in a way that words never can. Though my skills may not yet be developed to a point where I can always execute pieces that efficiently express the ideas that I want them to, I have touched the surface of that kind of skill and I know that it is within my reach if I am willing to continue to sacrifice for it. This is where faith has played an essential role in my creative process.
With the exception of sculpture which was like breathing for me, many mediums and concepts have been very challenging for me to grasp at first. Which has often left me questioning if I am really meant to be an artist. But as I have learned to stop comparing myself to others on a daily basis and instead compare my own progress on a daily, weekly, monthly and yearly basis. As I have done this I have seen the Miracles the Lord has worked with my once very limited abilities and I have developed the faith to trust in His abilities to continue to help me develop. Most importantly as I have made my relationship with Him an integral part of my creative process I have come to know Him in a way I don’t think I could have otherwise. I have especially come to understand how he sees me. One of the reasons that I have a passion for portraiture is because I often feel that I can begin to see the individual through God’s eyes rather than mine as I attempt to capture more than just their mortal frame in my depiction of them. God is the ultimate source of creativity and I am grateful and humbled daily by the realization that I have been given the ability and opportunity to exercise a small piece of His power to create.