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I believe that every person has the ability to be creative. Not everyone has the confidence or the drive to act on that creativity, and creativity manifests itself in many different ways… through many different mediums and disciplines. It is not exclusive, and it’s is not a competition. Since we all have a unique viewpoint or perspective, we all have the ability to teach and inspire each other.

Your strength may lie in my area of weakness or limitation, so we are puzzle pieces that come together to form humanity, complementing each other. What is a challenge to you should not be a source of embarrassment.

I think I found my creative niche because of my weak areas. As a child, I was not able to find success through academics. This was a problem, because the main thing I was judged on was schoolwork. Art was fun for me. It was easy. It was easily dismissed. Even when crowds of kids gathered around me to watch me draw, I did not consider it special. It was not important.

While I believe that we are all innately creative, I think a lot of people valued other things more.

We get good at what we practice. And I think it’s true that if we don’t use it, we lose it.

But what is lost can be found again.

I don’t think it is ever too late to learn a new skill. We can tap into a dormant ability. It might take more effort, or more thought, but I firmly believe that it can be done.

I learned English very easily as a toddler. Learning Spanish as an adult is very difficult.

Everything I have experienced influences my art. Some things are more obvious than others. The challenges I am aware of are are often the main subject of my paintings. The unnamed, forgotten or repressed challenges are just as much a part of me. Just as real, though they may not wear a label to identify them.

Artists and art teachers have certainly influenced me. They have worked out many things for me, and I benefit from all the art that all humans have made throughout our history. Even the art I have never seen. Artists have been influenced by each other, and pass that influence on to the next generation. We don’t need to reinvent the wheel.

I have always wanted to make art. I haven’t always wanted to show it to anyone else.

Spirituality and culture are at the very core of creativity. We have the unique ability to express our feelings and emotions like no other earthlings can. Visually, through the written word, dance or theater to name a few. Culture is our context.

Education is important, because it gives a framework to learning. Learning is a lifelong endeavor. An education doesn’t make you creative, but it supports creativity.

Why flounders?, you may ask.

They’re not a Lake Superior fish, but how could you not like a flounder? They are beautiful. Adorable. Or grotesque.

They’re always on the bottom, always looking up.

I started painting them because I felt like I was floundering. Not the kind of floundering where I felt lost or hopeless, but more like I had taken way too big a bite of something so delicious that I couldn’t help myself. My mouth was so full of this wonderful food that I questioned whether I could actually chew and swallow it.

That doesn’t sound like floundering anymore.

Ok. I was feeling frustrated about a painting. That doesn’t usually make me flounder, because I can just paint over it. But I was painting in public. People were watching. They wanted to see what I was doing. I was painting trees. As you may be aware, I am known for painting fish in trees.

When I mentioned floundering, I put the two together and put flounders in the branches.

Then I eventually obliterated the whole thing.

It was fine. It was valuable to me.

I sold the canvas and came away with flounders… the binturoung of the fish world. I haven’t mentioned them here before, but I love them. For as long as I can remember, if you asked me what my favorite animal is, I’d say binturoung.

Binturoungs to me, are like sloths are to my daughter.

I’m not sure why I associate them with flounders, but I do.

Maybe the color. Something about their facial expression. I don’t need to justify this.

Binturoungs smell like popcorn.

So why flounders? Just for the halibut.

MY HAND PAINTS

Artist Tim Young: ART TALK AND SILENT AUCTION.

Friday, October 26 in the big classroom at Cook County Higher Education in Grand Marais.

Please join me at the Higher Ed building between 6 and 10 pm. I’ll give a talk at 7 pm about my art and my philosophy, followed by a Q&A.

A collection of my new paintings will be available in a silent auction ending at 9:30. Bidding will start at just $10. I am raising funds for expenses associated with my adoption of a group of siblings.

Come by for a hug and a glass of wine, and I will do my best to entertain, inform and inspire you.

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While I hope people like my paintings, I really want to be remembered for being generous, open, and for helping you see, accept, express and love your own soul.

– from my blog, http://timouth.blogspot.com/

It’s ok to flounder. We try a lot of things that don’t work for us, but just by trying, we learn. Mistakes are an opportunity to improve.

Having a big new idea is a wonderful thing. But it’s just the beginning. Sometimes it takes a lot of work to bring that idea to life.

When I have an idea for a painting, I am often unhappy with what initially comes out. If I’m too rigid with that original concept, then it’s very difficult to improve. On the other hand, if I look at my attempt with an open mind, and am willing to change course, then the piece can take on a life of its own. It can become fun for me to work on, and fun for a viewer to see.

It can become my next big thing.

The idea is like a seed. The seed looks very different from the plant that grows from it!

When I say floundering, I’m talking about the feeling of frustration that comes from my expectations not being met. So once again, I think the expectation is the culprit.

Sometimes I think a picture is unsalvageable. It looks messy. Muddy. I work and work at details, and it ends up looking worse and worse. When I have nothing left to lose, I grab a big brush, and any color at all. Or black. Or white. Or I mix every paint color on my palate. I obliterate that frustration in large, confident strokes. Sometimes this brings the painting to life in a way that surprises me. Even if it doesn’t, I’ve gotten rid of the problem and have a blank slate. A quick, solid background around the subject is often all it needs to set it apart.

This is what I do when I paint. It applies to life, too.

If I feel frustrated about a situation, I try to fix it. I monkey with the details, and remain discouraged. Sometimes sweeping changes are called for. So I reach for life’s big paintbrush, and load it with paint.

I have the power to change things when I need to. Whether it is a bad relationship, a toxic work environment, boredom, loneliness…

We invest a lot of time and resources into those details that aren’t working, so it can be scary to bring them to an end. But when I am ready, I can take that big brush or paint roller, and start over! Not from scratch, but adding the latest lesson to everything that has come before.

Please. Be kind to yourself if you find yourself in the doldrums, or overwhelmed by too much stuff surrounding you.

I have done this before. I found myself in a situation where my finances were not sustainable. My credentials were not adequate.

I took the biggest brush in my paintbox and went back to school. At age 50, I set out on a new career path, and it made all the difference in the painting of my life.

Autumn Leaves On Snow

Falling

When Fall Turns To Winter

A lot of my friends love fall. I love summer. All winter, I long for the warm days when I can sit with my friends around a bonfire in my yard. Fall tells me that winter is coming. We usually get snow around Halloween, but this year it came earlier. I accept that. I can’t change it. Fall is pretty, but it is so short, and it tells me what is coming. Months of longing for summer again!

I recently painted watercolor leaves with Trish Hunter. Then my friend Vickie showed me pictures of the snow at her house. Red and orange leaves hung over a carpet of white, and it was beautiful. I love seeing autumn leaves on the snow. It’s a transition.

The cycle of the seasons reminds me that my whole life is in transition. I’m excited about the changes taking place, and looking forward to seeing the changes in real life!

When Snow Comes Early

Early Snow

For whatever harm I have caused others,
may they forgive me.

For whatever harm others have caused me,
may I forgive them.

For whatever harm I have caused myself,
I forgive myself.

Just imagine what it would be like if we forgave ourselves as readily as we forgive others. It’s easy for me to cut other people slack and encourage them when they are feeling down on themselves, and yet I am hard on myself. I hold myself to a higher standard of expectation than I would ever impose on another person. Especially someone I care about.

What if. What if I could advocate for myself as unashamedly as I can for my loved ones?

I’m proud of you for trying. It’s easy to say to someone else, and really, really hard to say to myself.

One year ago, I passed through a black hole. I feel like getting through this month will help me put it all behind me. It was a dead zone in so many ways. No internet. No house insurance. No friends. No art.

I could not find my way around that city.

It feels like an episode of the Twilight Zone (or as Maddee said when she was little, “Toilet Zone”). Because when I thought I had lost everything, I got to the other side… woke up one day back in my own life mumbling “There’s no place like home.”

It was a wake up call, for sure.

I’ve said this before, but it is amazing how much difference a year can make.

I might flounder from time to time in the little details each day brings, but now I know. I know where I belong. I don’t flounder in the big stuff. I have a new confidence. A new voice. Contentment.

I often think back to a question my mother-in-love asked me one day many years ago.

“What would you do if you knew you couldn’t fail?”

Think about that.

What would you do
if you knew you couldn’t fail?

Whatever it is, do that.