Rediscovering my Passion for Creating Art

I live for art and creating things. It is my life—my existence. My grandmother once told me in my native tongue Saint Lucian Kweyol/Creole "Lamen se sa ou." This directly translates into, your hands are yours with a deeper underlying meaning of you have a great ability to create things. I've always known that, but only began exploring it once I got into secondary school at age 11. I got a chance to explore my creativity with many mediums under the wings of a great teacher. My work got some attention, and at one point in time, I did think I could make it as an artist, but life took its course in a slightly different direction.

Somewhere along the way, things got busy, and the time I once devoted to art dwindled. Work, social commitments, and everyday responsibilities took over, and the creative spark I had once felt so deeply faded into the background.

Recently, however, I found myself yearning for that familiar feeling of getting lost in the flow of making something beautiful. As I started thinking about ways to refresh my living space, I decided to create more art for my home as a way to bring that creative energy back into my life. Little did I know that this simple decision would reignite my passion for art and change how I viewed creativity altogether.

After such a long hiatus, I wasn’t sure if I still “had it.” But as soon as I picked up a brush and set up a canvas, I felt an old but familiar thrill—a quiet excitement. Ideas were flowing, but not with the fluidity that once existed. Yet, the difference now was that I had a clear purpose: I wanted to create pieces that would transform my space and make my home truly feel like my own, so I started with the most private space—my bedroom.

This sense of purpose made a significant difference in my approach to creating. It wasn’t just about making something good enough for others to appreciate; it was about making something that I would love to look at every day, something that reflected my personal journey, moods, and aesthetic. That freedom to create for myself, without worrying about perfection or external judgment, made the process feel fresh and liberating.

As I dive back into creating, I quickly realized how much my style had changed since I last practiced art regularly. I am learning to embrace the imperfections—what once might have been considered mistakes is an opportunity to explore new directions in my pieces.

This shift in mindset, from trying to achieve a “perfect” result to simply enjoying the act of creating, is been incredibly therapeutic. It reminds me that art isn’t just about the outcome; it’s about the process. The splatters, smudges, and unexpected color blends add character and make each piece unique. That’s what makes it meaningful.

Decorating my home with art that I’ve created is going to add a new dimension to the space—it’s not just where I live, but also a place that tells a story. When I walk into my bedroom, I’m surrounded by pieces that carry the energy of rediscovery and personal expression. It has made my home feel warmer, more vibrant, and more “me.” In a way, my living space is a gallery of my creative journey, where each piece is a chapter in the story of rekindling my love for art.

Falling in love with art again is about more than just picking up old hobbies; it is about reconnecting with a part of myself I hadn’t realized I missed. By creating art for my home, I’ve found joy in the process and learning to appreciate the work of my hands. I’ve been reminded that creativity can be a powerful way to heal, grow, and express who we are. And for that, I’m grateful every day.