Play!

First 2 weeks in the bag! It’s the surrealest feeling that I am here, in Mexico, for the next few months. Still adjusting of course, but every day feels like a new adventure and opportunity to seek out God’s fingerprint in Mazatlán that I dare not waste. The first week in class was spent getting to know each other and the space, but also exploring ‘play’. Imagine starting a course told to just Go and play!. The thought behind that being play is of the utmost importance for our human function and livelihood. A deficient amount of play could result in some serious human issues. Good, solid play, both as a kid and adult, is so necessary for release and creative minds to get flowing. But also, play teaches you to release your hold on perfectionism. In play there are some guidelines, but the pressure to succeed and be the best is significantly, if not completely eliminated. For a creative to be freed from the burden of getting it right is, from my experience, one of the biggest lessons to learn!

So we played away for a week, exploring materials, using our fingers, and asking What if I tried this? Or what would happen if I did this?

Las posibilidades son infinitas…

The day’s remnants drying off.

Messing around with acrylics, cornstarch paste, and palette knives.

Messing around with acrylics, cornstarch paste, and palette knives.

The new family getting down and dirty! *Fun fact: There are 4 countries represented in this photo.

The new family getting down and dirty! *Fun fact: There are 4 countries represented in this photo.

5 highlights since arriving:

  • Having the beach across the street! It has quickly become a part of my daily rhythm, whether for quiet time or inspiration.

  • Getting to know my fellow 9 artists and 2 instructors in the program, the places they come from, and getting to talk art with them.

  • My Spanish is getting a serious workout! Fortunately for me, everything is bilingual. Bonus Spanish lessons todos los días. As you can see, Spanglish has become my default.

  • Being reunited with Mexico friends whom I thought I would never, ever see again. In fact the last word we said to each other was Te veo en el cielo. See you in heaven. Funny how life twists on us.

  • Sensing God’s sweet, still presence in this place and His command to be here and to make things with Him.