Melissa Dinwiddie | Create the Impossible™ | Innovation Keynote Speaker & Consultant
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If you’ve followed me for any time at all, hopefully you’ve already been armed with a whole trunk full of reasons for why getting to your creative thing is essential, not self-indulgent or frivolous.
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When I was a kid, my family spent a few weekends a year at a beach community 90 minutes away from home, called Pajaro Dunes. Sometimes my brother and I would each get to bring a friend.
Northern California beaches aren’t particularly warm — this is not Baywatch land — but we were fearless. One weekend, my friend Julie and I romped in the waves for so long (probably pretending to be Charlie’s Angels) that we could not get warm again. Even after a hot bath we sat shivering in a pool of sunlight through the living room window.
My dad said we had the early stages of hypothermia, which sounded so exotically dramatic, it sort of made up for our pain.
I’ve gotten more cautious in my old age. No Polar Bear here! I’ll take a warm water ocean any day, though.
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Have you ever held a robin’s egg in your hand? So tiny, so blue. It seems almost impossible that something organic could be so bright. Particularly from a bird whose feathers aren’t spectacularly bright.
I guess it’s just like the rest of us: from nondescript exteriors, great beauty can be born.
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My first creative passion was dance. When I had to stop, due to an injury, it was as if my world had come to an end.
Years later I “got dance back,” in the form of social dancing: salsa, ballroom, Argentine Tango. I think nothing makes me happier than dancing!
And painting is dancing, just on a smaller scale. With a small painting like this, I may be dancing only with my forearms, wrists, hands, and fingers, but the marks are a frozen record of my movement.
Turns out I never truly lost dance after all. 🙂
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If there were a ladder reaching up to heaven, designed by an abstract artist, it might look something like this. I kinda want to climb it, don’t you?
