And so it began.
What you may ask? Writing. Writing began.
It all started when I decided to open a public Instagram account and share my passion for art, history, culture and travelling with fellow like-minded people and why not just say it, the world! I actually did not know that I had it in me. I really was worried about whether or not I would be able to convey my passion to others. But I think I am managing it, and I am enjoying it very much.
I think a little flashback to when I was at school in Tehran, Iran, would show you that I am a quiet and relatively shy person. Writing this sentence just brought back some memories from then, it reminded me of how I absolutely did not like to be asked questions in front of all my classmates, it made me feel so anxious, made me want to hide behind my friends so the teacher would not see me! I can clearly see myself doing that right now! Enough flashback! Funny how the mind works, isn’t it, but it does reinforce my statement, I am shy! Now a little bit of a fast forward, to when we moved to Vancouver, Canada and back in grade 11, it was suggested I took a “creative writing” class; I hated it, each lesson was nothing but dreadful and I simply was not “creative”. I remember my classmates writing and writing, words just pouring down their pens onto their notebooks and I struggled filling up a quarter of my page; I was so jealous, and I also felt absolutely terrible. Dreadful. Absolute misery. That class was meant to make me more “creative” and take me out of my bubble but instead it made me feel awful and did not do what it was supposed to do, at least not for many years, not until now that is.
As I have become more involved with and entrenched in my Instagram account, I feel I have become more creative as well, especially when I am writing my captions. I like to interact more, I want to voice my opinion, I want to engage with my followers and share my interests with them. When I post, especially when I post about art and specifically paintings, I become a different person, my imagination jumps out of a box I did not even know I owned! It is as if I have been put in the painting. It may sound strange, but I want to be there, in that moment in time when the painting was being made, feel what the artist felt, feel what the sitter felt, I want to hear their thoughts, listen to their conversation, or be part of their silence, I want to imagine the situation and be in-situ, whether it be by the sea, in a garden or in a stately home, I want to hear the crushing waves, I want to feel the wind in my hair, I want to smell the roses, I want to go back in time and be in 16th century Iran, 17th century France, 18th century Great Britain, I want to listen to Baroque music, to Regency music, I want to wear long silk elaborate dresses, attend balls, and dance the night away! And I do this, when I am writing my captions, I do this, so much so that I have to control myself sometimes and not write essays as captions! It feels as if a door has opened to me which I never knew existed! Maybe being a dreamer, and delving into a new project has awakened a passion that had at one stage been forced upon me, it has helped me see a side of myself which I am enjoying very much, it has helped me want to have a factual imagination and share it with others, it has helped me believe more in myself. Maybe my “creative writing” class was beneficial after all.
And so it began.