I’ve been thinking alot about why I do this, this scrapbooking thing that has taken over so much of my life that some might call it an obsession. I’ve said so many times that it is about creating lasting memories for my children, telling them things they will want to know in the future, a future where someday, I won’t be around to tell them these things. For that reason, I have felt compelled to journal, tell them things about the photos or what those photos made me feel, what they were doing and why, how old they were, what they liked, what they didn’t like, anything to let them know a little bit about that particular moment in time because after all, that’s what life is, one long series of moments, right? So, up to this point, I have almost always tried to put journaling on a layout, to the extent that I was almost bound by the requirement of leaving enough space on my layouts to do that. I think I thought that perhaps that was some sort of justification for this wonderful artistic release, a way to legitimize the time I spend on this "hobby". Finally, though, I am seeing this from a different perspective, one that is opening my eyes to the real reason behind what I do and one that is freeing me from those self-imposed restraints that were governing the way I did my layouts. I came to this realization: I AM an artist.
I’m not sure why it has taken me so long to recognize that. I have been doing creative things for years, from playing music to writing to making pretty things. But somehow, I still never really saw myself as a creative soul, an artist…those things were just things I enjoyed doing, but I never really considered them to be a part of who I am. I think that our society has placed a tag on art that makes it almost frivolous, a luxury of sorts and that is unfair. Shouldn’t we embrace our whole selves, whatever they may be? Shouldn’t we nurture all of the parts of the whole, each little piece of us that makes us who we are? Why then, is the creative part of our souls so different? Why is it wrong to give some attention to the artist in us? Isn’t the artist as important as the Mom? As the wife? As the entrepreneur, the business person, the breadwinner, the homemaker? Whatever our other pieces may be, why is the creative piece of our soul so much less important than the other pieces? I think it is partially because we are the only ones who really benefit from that artistic release. No one besides ourselves is relying on us to be creative. Our children need a Mom, our husbands need a wife, our employees or employers need us to be the business people we may be, our family and home demand our time as a homemaker. But who needs our creativity besides us? Who really appreciates it besides ourselves and those other creative souls out there struggling with the same issue that we are? No one…just us. I believe that is why this important part of us is so often overlooked, swept under the rug, viewed as a waste of time, a frivolous hobby. I think that is why so many of us scrapbookers are part of the online communities that we participate in. We are looking for someone to validate our art, our creativity, because so few of us actually receive that validation at home…what a shame that our family and friends so often fail us in this regard that we have to find our validation in strangers, words on a screen, others who share our struggles with the artistic parts of ourselves.
So, I’ve made a decision. I am going to not only recognize, but embrace the artist in myself, the creative soul that has been neglected for so long. I am going to scrapbook what I love. I am going to make beautiful things and be happy about it, not because I want recognition for it, but because I want to express my creativity in ways that make me happy. I am going to allow myself to create simply for the sake of creating, without restraining myself to having to journal on every layout. I am going to allow myself to scrapbook those beautiful photos where there is no reason to scrap them other than the fact that they are beautiful. I have taken 15 shots of the same thing before, 15 different clicks of my children’s beautiful faces and felt like it wasn’t really okay to scrap them all because, after all, I could only talk about that day or that time or that place on so many pages and so many lines. But each of those 15 clicks was a moment. A moment to be cherished and recognized and loved and preserved, whether I have something to say about it or not. So, I suppose, in that regard, I have come full circle and I am back where I started. Preserving memories for my family. That is a huge part of why I do this and I will never deny that. I am proud to be creating a legacy for my children and their children. But isn’t letting them really know who I am also part of that legacy? In the photos I take and the words I say, they will all be able to see the outer me, the mom, the wife, the business person, the homemaker. My endless and powerful love for them is evident in the words and the photos on those pages and that is very important. But, my true hope is that at least some of them will see the creative side of me in those pages as well, that part that is not so obvious, that cannot be captured simply with photos or words, but that is displayed in every piece of art I create for them. Because, after all, as much as I am the Mom or the wife or the homemaker, I AM also an artist. It is a part of me as much as anything else in my life and from this day forward, I will embrace that fact and not need outside validation or justification for what I do. I will create beautiful things because I want to, because I need to, because it is part of who I am.