I went to a party tonight in one of the most beautiful homes I’ve ever set foot in. The door was a two metre wide slab of wood, the tiles sparkled, and there was glass everywhere. It took open-plan living to a whole new level with glass-bottomed walkways and abnormally high ceilings. I shouldn’t have expected any differently, for it is the home of a former architect. What really made me stop in my tracks, though, was the painting by Coplu hanging on the wall by the breakfast bar. It was as tall as I am and wet with vibrant colours. It wasn’t a shiny reprint but the real deal – the kind you only see in art galleries. As I gazed upon it in awe, I could not help but think that if I were to have a painting like that greet me over my scrambled eggs each morning, that I would be utterly inspired to take on the day, my mind open to all the creative possibilities ahead. Until this moment, I never realised I had been missing something from my life – to be surrounded by other peoples creativity.
You see, I’ve been doing a lot of learning – and accepting – of who I am and who God created me to be. Yes, I may be really great at organising things; yes, I may get excited at the prospect of using Microsoft Excel and creating another spreadsheet; yes, I may love to alphbetise and colour-code and use bullet points under bullet points; but I cannot deny that creativity is a part of me to the point of compulsion.
I’ll be in the middle of nutting out a scene in my manuscript and the urge to bake will overcome me. I’ll lie awake at night, fighting to restrain my hand from reaching to my phone to open Pinterest. I cannot help but add ribbon and twine and tags to a gift already wrapped perfectly in brown paper. Whilst watching Netflix, I’ll embroider or do some millinery or sew – anything to keep my hands busy. One of my favourite ways to spend my free time is by making gifts for people – from cards to food to home decor. When I first moved to Singapore, I was lost without my Fiskars scissors, hot glue gun, and bottomless box of embellishments. Like I said, it’s a compulsion.
And it’s time I started embracing it. Here’s to a year filled with crafting and designing and creating. I’m not gonna hold back. Perhaps I’ll even make the next Coplu.