Art Under the Bed

“Everyone is born creative;
everyone is given a box of crayons in kindergarten.
Then when you hit puberty they take the crayons away
and replace them with dry, uninspiring books on algebra, history, etc.
Being suddenly hit years later with the 'creative bug'
is just a wee voice telling you,
'I'd like my crayons back, please.”
Hugh MacLeod

Maybe you’re an artist wondering, “I’ve got young kids, a full-time job, and by the end of the day, I’m completely spent.” 

I get you. 

Maybe you’re like I was.

I spent years in art school, once filled with dreams of all the many ways my art would act in God’s creation. 

For a long time afterwards though, I found my undergraduate artwork sitting under my old bed at my parent’s house, collecting dust. No sales, no function, and no apparent service to anyone. 

Often the art-major’s first job out of college is called life. 

Full-time jobs, families, other hobbies, binge watching, sleep, repeat. This is the cycle that becomes our lives. 

But somewhere in there is the child asking for their crayons back.