I think as a child I lived an unnecessarily split life. Creativity is something I pursued at an early age, but I also valued reason and analysis. Intellect. For some stupid reason, I was taught that people were either smart analytically OR they were smart creatively. Never both. That’s obviously so false, and now I find I’m my most creative when I combine reason with imagination—I think that’s why I love making classes and resources so much. I discovered a passion for watercolor as an adult (I thought I was so terrible at art until I was 23 and tried hand lettering on a whim), and a lot of the analytical processes I learned as a literary analysis major helped me unlock what had always seemed so unattainable: how to be an artist.
Since then, I’ve found that if I give myself room to figure something out, if I remind myself that every technique can be broken down and simplified, then I’m more eager and motivated to create and make messes because even if I don’t achieve exactly what I set out to achieve, I’ve still learned something. I’m not sure if that really makes sense? I guess my point is that for me, creativity isn’t just some state of madness that has no rhyme or reason—it’s using building blocks to unleash potential inside myself I didn’t even know I had. But I need the building blocks first, or else I get too self-conscious to really delve deep and find what it is from inside me that needs to be created.