Hello Hivo Community!
(Is that how they say it?)
My name is Notablue, but that's not the name I was given at birth. If that was it I still would have appreciated my parents' insightfulness in realizing early on that something was off...(If I'm boring you get out, I don't expect you to be here reading about the adventures of when I was 6 years old, however I'll try to keep it brief in case you were considering the option)
It all started when my mom took me to take the découpage class that was located within my school. I was participating in this educational class with my mother and other ladies (this class had the average age in the 60's). What did I have to do with the ladies? Nothing, absolutely nothing. Add to this "recipe for sadness" the fact that I was still in school, after having a 13 hour day (I was also doing after-school tutoring).
I could have gone to a friend's house, initially coming out a little frustrated....
But it was there that I discovered what it meant to be satisfied, I was always making something imperfect (some things were really crappy, but today I would never admit it, not even under torture), that would be mine forever.
There was only one little "problem", I would only paint and attach things if there were shades of blue (I know it's pathological, but it's also cute!).
The teacher of this class got very angry with me, trying to push me to combine other colors, but to no avail (at the end of the course she was the frustrated one), instead I was so happy!
In blue I found something special, a color capable of creating a bond between me and the object created, creating a magical combination capable of escaping the grudge of time.
My small room, my school bag, my pens, my favorite pants (I broke them falling miserably from the bike in front of the school) were blue.
Over the years, I did some research and read that blue was often associated with sadness and depression, but also with calm and peacefulness (could be true, as well as not). So I realized that inside me, even though time had passed, there was always a blue note, next to that little girl.
So notablue was born!
Today, I'm an Italian Graphic Designer, I love digital art, I've accepted that there are an infinite number of colors in the world and that not using them would be a disadvantage in my current position.
Maybe that decoupage class left me something.
Getting to you! Thank you for reading to the end. Did you find any emotions in common while reading this story? Did it remind you of anything? I wonder if we're really that different..But that's another story.
With Love,
NB.