@woodleywonderworks via flickr
When I was in elementary and middle school, there was one class that I dreaded before all others.
I hated art. Hated it. Stupid drawings and paintings and other crud that I just wasn’t good at. While my peers were producing glorious works that surely adorned family refrigerators town-wide, I was struggling to make sense of using perspective and keeping the length and width of horse’s legs consistent.
Art just wasn’t fun; it was a struggle. Because it wasn’t my art. It was the art that my art teacher made me do.
I don’t have to do that anymore. And neither do you.
You have art inside you. Maybe it’s the connection you make with your customers in a check-out line or the idea you spread via your smartphone app. It’s your newspaper article or the caring come-to-Jesus meeting you have with a college student. Whatever it is, you can own it, be it, create it, and love it.
Art isn’t just for pottery wheels or canvases anymore. It’s for leaders, doers, and malcontents.
Go be your art. And love it.