The last art class I took was in 5th grade. That means that it has been over 7 years (oh God, why is counting so hard, I bet it's closer to 9) that I've taken an art class.
I love to write and I love music. Those are generally my preferred art forms. Putting colors on paper gives me extreme anxiety. I don't like sharing what I do, writing or drawing. I can sing in front of a thousand plus people but I do NOT like sharing what I do. Why I write a blog, God only knows.
Anyway, today I did a mandala. According to Wikipedia, this means "In various spiritual traditions, mandalas may be employed for focusing attention of aspirants and adepts, as a spiritual teaching tool, for establishing a sacred space, and as an aid to meditation and trance induction." Jung saw the mandala as "a representation of the unconscious self."
Mine had a giant black and purple flower, a picture of bride, a madonna and child, a girl taking off her mask, a girl blowing on a wishing flower and a happy baby picture of me. All the colors I painted in between were really dissonant and didn't fit together the way I wanted them too, however the general consensus was that I have all these aspects of myself and individually they do well, but they aren't meshing as well as I want them too. In talking to my mom, she encouraged me that it was totally normal, and that it takes many years to get it down. And even in the long years ahead, there's no guarantee that you get it down perfect. I find that hopeful.
In other news,
Sweet Jesus, Zac Efron was in Firefly! I think my head just exploded. It just became socially acceptable to say that I like you. Well, I liked you in Firefly. And 17 Again. Yea.