Expressing Ourselves

I have not been very creative lately. Not sure why, but as ddot
would say, "I just have not been feeling it right now."

The other day I was watching a little boy draw a picture. It was so interesting to watch and dissect. Dissect what the boy was doing, not the artwork itself. The boy was four or so, and as a four-year-old, he has limitations. His straight lines are not all-that-straight, his pictures lack depth, contour, or whatever. But using his current "toolkit" of artistic methods, he is able to draw very expressive pictures. The house. The tree. The family. Very expressive indeed.

As members of the human race, we have a compulsion to express ourselves. Those on blogger are expressing themselves, obviously, by writing or sharing pictures, words, ideas. Whatever is in your toolkit. Those on YouTube express themselves with video, something that I am not sure I could ever do. I am one of those people who forgets to remove the lens cap, or when in the video, looks incredibly uncomfortable, mostly because I tend to be camera shy. Occasionally, in a party, I can be witty, I can trade barbs with friends, and that sort of thing, but once a camera has been activated, I clam up nearly instantly, as if I do not want a record of my words.

Even my writing is anonymous. I have not really written anything to share that I want to attribute to me. Mostly, I guess, because this blog is about me. I have, a long time ago, written and was published in incredibly obscure magazines. The title of the article was the important part – that got the 36-point print. My name was the same size as the work. At times, I did not even care that the name was on the article. I was young and writing about subjects which I was passionate about – the environment, overpopulation, pollution, whatever. Now I can barely remember what the point was.

I have spent a lot of time just thinking about creativity. For a while, I enjoyed taking pictures. I loved photographing weird things – trees from various angles, common household items, and close-ups of flowers. Okay, the flowers were more normal.

I have been working on me lately. With the getting out of debt, the weight loss stuff, and training hubbie to be a better husband (that was a little joke).

We saw a movie this weekend. What is funny as that when I was in college, I thought movies cost so much. And now, years later, the price seems much more reasonable. I don't think the price of a ticket has kept up with inflation. I read somewhere that when our grandparents talked about the "good ol' days" with nickel popcorn and 25 cent movies, the prices were higher if you take inflation into account. But I bet the food was better, even if it cost more. Off-topic, but something I was thinking about. Guess I had a need to express myself.

Have a wonderful Monday.