Creativity

I recently got the laptop thanks to Mom and Dad.  After setting it up for Communications and needs, requirements I found an application on Facebook called Dreamhouse Designer.

I went to school for Graphic Design, just an Introductory Course dipping my toe in as it were.  I took to it and people around me, students, teachers noticed I had a gift.  When I was in Kindergarten my gift was recognized.  A potential to be an artist.  When I left my parents again a few years ago a kind lady at the place I stayed fed me one night and said to me that I was an artist after I started painting and drawing to pass the time.  She said, "Let me feed you.  You have been taking care of everyone else and no one has been taking care of you."  Perhaps it is how she felt.  I have been cared for by many people and I have cared for many.

This program DD has allowed me to take a simple room with a view and fill it with my ideas, colours, furniture and accessories to create scenes and stories.  It is an outlet.  There are others that do the same, it says 17,000+ and I get feedback on my work.

Just watched the Pixar documentary/show and it talked about their humble beginnings with Toy Story.  I just completed one work/scene of a little girl playing in front of the pyramids with blocks representing stones around her.  Take the stones people throw at you and build with them.  I saw that on a funny page saying that is what a strong woman does.

My realization that I have children, a daughter, has been very emotional.  As I watched the Pixar show and saw so many old friends doing voice work, so many creative people filling their boxes or dioramas I felt and feel at home.  I struggle to keep this home and fear losing it.

I was given loss to work on from the moment I got my SIN card.  Mammy had just died, then Fluffy, then Scamp.  A girl at school had been hit and run over by a car, dragged.  Her name was Petra Rock.  Rest in Peace Petra.

My parents let me dream and provided me with music, photography, pictures, food, safe surroundings, toys, tools, ensured I did well at school, allowed creativity, let me see Lorne, dance, thrive.  Others have tried to physically harm my body, my brain but they did not succeed.  You don't have to stop learning or being able to think like a child.  You need that to be able to bond with your child.  The realization you can't fail.