That word used to scare me.
I thought it meant Rembrandt.
Michelangelo. Van Gogh. Picasso.
I thought it meant going to a museum to see it, and standing far enough back from it to not draw a security guard in your direction.
But then – I became a quilter. And suddenly, I realized that art IS for
every day, it’s all around, and I could make it myself. Growing up with an artist mum who painted [and could actually draw] this was a novel concept to me – art took on a new meaning. An accessible meaning. It didn’t have to be paint on canvas! It could be something I could touch! So, I started surrounding myself with it -
I made a quilt for my son, using his artwork….
Then, I started using other people’s patterns [especially
Jenny of Elefantz, right Jenny?]
Ah but then I got brave – I had a go at it, using fabric as
my medium.
Something clicked in my mind when I started playing with
art. I realized it could really be
everywhere. I realized I liked art that I could touch. I started looking for
everyday objects that were useful, but artful as well. Even something like wall hooks!
I adore whimsical art.
It doesn’t pretend to be highbrow, or intellectually superior to
me. It speaks to me, and tells me to not
take things so serious – to enjoy the little things, and to have fun. Do you remember Mary Engelbreit’s Home
Companion magazine? I was a subscriber
from the first issue. She drew a whole
world, and drew me right in. Someone
else does that for me too –
Patience Brewster.
How about you? Do you
surround yourself with daily art? Do you
enjoy whimsy too? Do you surround
yourself with colors you love, ornaments you cherish, quilts that warm the body
as much as the soul?
Have
nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be
beautiful. William Morris
Go gather your art supplies - your fabrics, your threads, your needles - and make some art. And as you touch and hold your art, let it touch your soul. It'll do you good!
Disclaimer: This post is my own, I received no compensation for any part of it.