Dabbler

I am a dabbler.

As early as ten one of my music teachers told me to be careful, I might become a jack of all trades and master of none. It seems he might have been right.

Today I felt the need to create something. That is always a good sign. It means I am full and overflowing and need some sort of creative outlet.

Often writing is enough. Writing is the one thing I admit I am pretty good at. I love it, but it isn’t enough today. Other times my camera becomes the way I share my good fortune with the world. I’m not too bad at that either, not because I have any great skill. I have a good eye and am fortunate to be given many opportunities to use it. A picture presents itself and I push the button.

I play around making cards, mostly because people seem to get a kick out of them and it satisfies that preschool urge to cut and paste I never outgrew.

Today, though, I wanted to paint. I haven’t really painted much at all in the past few years. The last really big canvas I finished was the Great Turtle, a dream creature who invaded my life for almost five years. I also have my version of The Kiss, but my version is so different I never really got into it, so maybe that is what I will do tomorrow. I’ll re-gesso the canvas and paint over it.

Tonight, though, the wee tyrant and I made an airplane out of a cardboard box, aluminum foil and paper plates. Tomorrow he can sit in it and fly it around the house.

I am a dabbler.