Fridge Art

There’s a ritual, at least in the US, where parents put their kids' art on the fridge. Why the fridge? I don’t know. It’s magnetized? Anyway, whether this was true for you or if it’s even true enough for enough people to justify the stereotype, there’s a lesson here. 

As we grow into adults, we can lose sight of what our art even is. I certainly have. It’s not always totally lost. It’s more like a foggy or hazy day where I can see the shapes, but they’re not distinguishable. They’re certainly not clean and crisp and beautiful. 

Encapsulate your art. Whatever it is, make it into a form that can be pinned on the fridge. Not literally. A shelf works too. Or a book, or folder on your computer. It doesn’t matter so much where it goes, just that it becomes enough to go somewhere. Somewhere it can be beholden. 

The other part is harder. The harder part is to notice when you are creating art. As adults we aren’t always as loving with ourselves as a mother can be with her child. We express ourselves and instead of having reverence, we sometimes judge - not good enough, or not this or that. The judgement is fine, no need to judge the judgement like a layered shit cake. And to find our art it’s helpful to just observe.