For the past few years, our church has hosted what we call “Nights of Creation”. It’s an awesome idea where they decorate up the church for an evening once a year and invite various artists from all over the city to contribute their work. There is live music and appetizers (food is art, right?). There are displays of paintings, models, photographs, videos and much more. It’s a place to share the gifts God has given you as well as to meet and socialize with other artists in the community.
There’s just one thing. I really struggle with calling myself an artist. I feel pretentious every time I do it. Aren’t artists supposed to be these wonderful free spirits that walk around oozing creativity and procrastinating? (Don’t ask me where I got that definition from). I’m just so not that person. I am type-A in the EXTREME. I am not a “free spirit”. I love structure and rules and organization. Deadlines are my best friend because I like to BEAT them. I don’t do procrastination. And I feel like I have to work and dredge every bit of creativity out of myself. I’m probably the only person on the worship team at church that HAS to practice. Everyone else “seems” to just get up there and improvise. Also, I sit for hours researching, shooting and editing the “perfect shot”. I don’t walk around with my camera capturing these beautiful happy accidents. I’m way too methodical and anal of a personality for me to feel like, “Oh yes, I’m an artist“. My career should be something like lawyer, accountant, etc. But my husband? He’s the artist. He’s the one that can sit around and conceptualize ideas and gets visibly excited when the creative juices start to flow. I’m the one that’s like, “Just pick something. There, that’s cool. We should do that. Let’s make it happen – by tomorrow.” I suppose that’s what makes us a good team. So, in conclusion, I guess I’m just “me”. I never really did fit the social norms. So here is “me” sharing what I made with you.
My 2013 submissions to our annual Night of Creation: