Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
My daughters are four and six, and they are always creating. Every single day they can be found busy drawing, sticking, imagining, building, cutting things up, collecting leaves, flowers, shells and pebbles to store in jam jars, colouring and gluing. Their bedrooms, especially the eldest since she learned to read and write, are filled with crafty things on the go. I love this and I tell them all the time how creative they are, because I never want them to fall into that gradual misconception that afflicts so many of us over time – somewhere along the way we decide we are just not ‘creative people’. So we stop creating stuff.
My whole life I never considered myself to be a creative person. I thought being creative meant having a special talent for drawing or painting or some such – like Picasso, for example. By the end of 2015 I’d been crocheting for about a year, but I still did not consider myself a creative person, even though I was making things all the time. However, I was increasingly drawn to choose ‘Create’ as my ‘word’ for the year ahead, and intuitively put together my vision board for 2016.
Enter Julia Cameron and Elizabeth Gilbert and boom!! Suddenly I understood that I am a creative person; we are all creative people. As the dictionary plainly tells us, it’s not about talent or degrees of ability – the adjective ‘creative’ actually just relates to or involves the use of the imagination or original ideas to create something. I didn’t get through all of The Artist’s Way but between what I got through of the workbook (after a great many very early mornings!), and reading Big Magic, I suddenly felt like I had permission to not only call myself, but truly believe myself to be, a creative person. Furthermore, I realised that I had to create. Initially I went back to some machine sewing, tried some hand-lettering, attempted Zentangles and pencil drawing…but I always came back to crochet.
Somewhere along the way I discovered Kathyrn Vercillo’s enormously informative and fabulous blog, Crochet Concupisence, and I began to learn about the links between crochet and mental health. Given my own experiences of depression and anxiety, of course this piqued my interest. I certainly do find crochet immensely therapeutic. As I’ve mentioned before, simple patterns are soothing and almost meditative in their repetition; more complex patterns require a focus that gives me a welcome respite from my monkey mind. Kathryn has authored two books about healing through crochet, and continues to study and research this important topic (I am a small supporter of her work via Patreon and I’d encourage you to take a look).
Nowadays my love for crochet has gone beyond a pretty distraction or a way to calm my racing thoughts. It’s become something I not only love doing for its intrinsic therapeutic value but also because I am just quite frankly damn excited by the endless creative possibilities it offers, and because I love looking at yarn and touching yarn and seeing beautiful objects emerge from my hook as if by magic… I just love to crochet!
My name is Pam and I’m a crochet addict. Back in the days of my AA meetings believe me, I would never in a million years have believed that this is where I’d end up. But here I am – a happy hooker! Makes me smile. A lot!
This post is also part of the A-Z Challenge: C is for…Creative & Crochet