What would my world be without creativity?

 

From early in my life, creativity was a critical part of me, whether it be in extending my imagination to my living room after a family excursion to a play,  my roles in the school dramas, or my place as the first clarinet in the band. I thrived in all these creative spaces. 

 

I come from a family of storytellers, one in which my Granddad would share histories of Nova Scotia, or where my Grandfather would tell long intricately rehearsed shaggy dog stories.  Here I learned how in a story, one could ignite the beginning of new memories, painting visual pictures,  joining the experiences of many, and weaving so many emotions with words. 

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Also valued in my family, was a deep appreciation for the beauty of our natural world. We spent just as much time outdoors as we did in. My parents instilled this patience within us to slow down and take note of the thousands of incredible details that nature brought us at any given moment.  In all seasons, and certainly through all types of weather, we garnered an appreciation and comfort for the wilderness.

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We spent our summers travelling across Canada, and also in the gorgeous lakes and white quartzite LaCloche mountains of Killarney Provincial Park.   

 

My art uses watercolour or acrylic, then I come back in to add details with ink. I like to highlight the movement and line in nature, especially found in the Canadian Shield, the rock formations of Georgian Bay, and the windswept pines also found there. I love the details of what collects in the crevasses between the roots and rocks of the trees.  

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My writing is about the memories we build in the relationships and experiences we gather through life and how they can pop up when we least expect them to. 

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I am glad we have crossed paths.  Hopefully, we travel alongside,together now. 

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Nina 

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