What’s Art Got To Do With It?

Summer’s coming up and weekdays are becoming boring. Usually I send and pick up my kid from school in the afternoon, but since the school year has ended, I have nothing left to do to fill in that abandoned schedule.

We were walking in a bookstore one day and I saw a sketchpad and oil pastels; I thought of doing something creative for this summer. I thought of teaching my kids how to draw like what my father did when me and my sisters were younger. So, I bought a sketchpad and 2 boxes of oil pastels to start up the creative activity I have in mind.

We arrived home and I opened the sketchpad and a box of oil pastels. Behold I was stuck in the so-called blank sheet syndrome.

“What am I going to draw? How am I gonna start?”

Then I felt nostalgic. I remember the time when a Fine Arts teacher once told me that I don’t how to draw. I don’t know how to paint. I was only 17 when he told me that and at that very moment, I felt insulted. I felt insulted maybe because I love to draw and it’s one of those fun-filled activities I used to share with my family. I felt insulted because usually, my high school teachers and friends would ask for my drawings (because they want to keep it) or my teachers tend to choose my works for exhibits, or something like that. So, yeah! I was butt hurt when I heard that from an “expert”. I swear I hated that guy.

But now that I’ve aged and it’s been 11 years since that incident happened, I thought to myself, “maybe he’s right”. I really don’t know how to draw or paint based on his context of art. His field of expertise is far from mine and I don’t really know where he’s coming from. And like I always tell myself, “You can’t hate what you don’t understand.”

Maybe he’s right based on the context of what he know as “ART” and I can’t take that against him. I have no idea what art is, except it’s a perfect way of expressing one’s self, just like what I do when I feel like doing it.

So maybe he’s right. But hey! Just because he’s right doesn’t mean I don’t have the right to paint or draw, yes?

With that thought at the back of my mind, I picked up one of the oil pastel sticks and started sketching, without really knowing what I wanted to draw. I ended up drawing a flower, but who cares? I don’t care. I really don’t mind what I drew. What’s important is I started doing what I planned to do for summer, and an “expert’s” opinion didn’t stop me from doing what I planned to do with my kids, just because he said I’m not good at it.

Who cares if I’m no expert, right? What’s important is I’ll have a good summer activity with my kids. And my kids think my drawings are cool, so I’m good. That’s the only opinion that matters to me.

Plus, that’s the lesson I want to teach my kids. No one can tell them what they can’t do if they really want to do something. No one can stop them from doing what they urge to do; not even an expert nor me. All of us are meant to do something GREAT! We are all born for greatness that only us are destined to do. God has already sketched in our hands all the potentialities; all we have to do is to explore and discover that one thing that’s especially meant for us. It all boils down to our life’s purpose and what we’re meant to do as designed by God.

Boy, my thoughts are getting deep.

‘Nough said! Let’s enjoy summer!

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Passing on the Love for Music

Well, I can say that I’m a sucker  for music and music plays a big role in my life.

I’ve been a fan ever since my world begun. My mother said, she used to listen to different songs from different artists like ABBA, The Carpenters, Air Supply, just to mention a few. She can’t believe she was able to bring up a kid who has so much love for the said craft. Well, I’m not the only one who’s like this because my three younger sisters are music lovers, too. I think it’s safe to say that it runs in the family.
I love to sing and I do play the guitar but I’m not an expert. My sisters however are just fantastic. They can play the guitar and other instruments. I might have won 2nd place in more than a couple of contests, but my sisters were able to win grand prize. I don’t envy their achievements though, instead, I am so proud of them. My heart leaps a beat whenever they practice at our place and I can’t help but be happy. I am so excited to watch them sing and play the instruments and my ears are blissful to hear each note they play.
Now I have two lovely daughters, I am doing my best to pass on the legacy of being a music lover. Currently, my eldest is 4 years old and my youngest is 2, and I’m trying to influence them with my music preferences. I play Meg & DiaUp Dharma Down, Maroon 5, Ryan Tedder/OneRepublic, and The Piano Guys songs almost everyday and I love it when I watch my daughters enjoy the music by dancing or singing, even if the words are all wrong. It makes me feel proud that they’re liking the type of music that I love the most.
As a music lover, I really wish my mini-mes will also love music as much or more than I do. I really hope they can sing and play different instruments in the future, so they can enjoy it even more. For now, I just have to watch them grow and see if they will turn out like that.