Pablo Picasso: We all know the name. About a month ago I went to one of his museums while I was in Barcelona. I'm going to say something from what I knew about Pablo before the museum: I didn't like his art. So he can stretch a face, make people look weird, draw weird ears. Cool. So not my thing.
But I went to the museum anyway and I found that he really did have quite a lot of artistic talent (moreso what I consider artistic talent) and he was able to dabble in it all. Some realism, some landscapes, some pottery, some weird sugar burning painting thing. He did the weird stuff, the side we all know of him. But he did so much more too. He copied others styles. Then he stole parts of them and made his own. I have learned to appreciate his art a lot more now looking at his life's work as a whole.
When I think back to when I felt best about writing, it was when I was student teaching. I was using a writing program called Being a Writer. And I loved it. I would sit down and join the kids. It had all these picture books with a little background on certain authors and some guiding parameters to write with. And you had to take a part of the story and make it your own. We read "The true story of the three little pigs" and had to write twisted fairytales of our own. We read "My Rotten Redhead Older Brother" where we had to write a story from our childhood just like the author did. We took a concept and we twisted it into our own. We need to use the art that is already around us until we find something that makes sense to us. Until then we dabble in our own creativities. I try poetry, realistic stories, fantasy stories, past stories, biographical stories, non fiction stories. Because if you dabble enough you may find the parts that you want to hold onto that make it your own.
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