January 10, 2019
When we got married buying a camera just seemed like something we were supposed to do. A grown-up purchase, if you will. It sat around for a while until I took some newborn photos of Britton. I laid him on a gray and white paisley blanket in the corner of our brown microfiber couch. I put one of those 2 month old stickers on his white onesie and could have just keeled over right there. It was precious. But definitely not perfect. I printed those photos and still love them because of who is in them. Technically good? Nope. But I had a vision. I didn’t know what I was doing but picked up the camera anyways. It didn’t come naturally, but I tried. And tried. And tried. Until life got a little busier and I stopped.
The camera sat on the shelf for a few more years until Cooper was born. Now we lived in a house with big windows where warm rays of soft natural light poured in on the soft gray wall. But I was still clueless. Somehow I managed to turn 8 pound, blonde haired, blue eyed Cooper into an Oompa Loompa.
And I tried. And tried. Any free moment I had, including rocking babies at midnight, I used to seek knowledge from photographers I admired. Namely, Amy and Jordan.
See a theme here? It’s like The Little Engine That Could. (Cooper’s favorite book, by the way.)
So what does being an artist, a creator, really look like? It is creating something, anything, out of nothing. While pursing the desires of your heart.
It could be baking, woodworking, interior design, car restoration. Anywhere where you have vision. What has God given you a passion for?
Do more of it. You don’t have to be a professional, you just have to be passionate. Therein lies the beauty. The beauty in you.