Get a behind the scene look into Kristin's creative process. Read through thoughts, inspiration, and process notes that will bring her canvas to life!

"I Guess I'm Just the Apple..."

"Creativity is my super power. I believe that art is how I add value to the world, my vehicle to learn, and my channel to teach from." 


We always hear 'you are where you come from'-- such a largely used saying has to be rooted in some sort of truth. Or how about my personal favorite 'The apple doesn't far from the tree.' I think all of us can agree that experience is what shapes us. So when I'm asked 'why I have to create' -- it is impossible not to consult with childhood memories.  

Bear with me as I indulge in the past: I know from the very beginning, I was very comfortable alone with my ideas. I wasn't interested in socializing with the other kids. I was barely able to form a sentence. I laugh as I type that last sentence. Anyone and everyone that has been within a 100 foot radius knows that this couldn't be farther from today's reality. But for as long as I can piece together, creating was my way of communicating.

So much so that, if I wasn't coloring, making forts (complete with custom cabinetry), baking, or writing there was a good chance I was sleeping. There was always a project at hand and if there wasn't the phrase "I'm bored" was liable to fly out of my mouth. And because I have a distinct recollection of my 6'2" grandmother warning me to never use that phrase in her house again-- I learned really quickly to stay busy.

In school being creative was quite possibly the best super power to have. Every assignment I saw as an opportunity. I took it so seriously that 'project due day' turned into my own version of 'game day.' I judged the success of a project through the volume of "Ooohs" and "Aaaws" I received as I walked into the classroom.  I remember trying to play it off. too:  walking in with an overly ambitious project and acting like it was no big deal. Looking back, it had to be transparent, since projects --more often than not-- became larger than I was.

But from the eyes of a shy kid, my projects were where I felt my first sense of empowerment, of self-worth, so I was always willing to work a little harder for the best result. My identity became synonymous with what I could produce, so I just kept producing. 

Did I mention my dad was an art teacher?  Forgive the abrupt interjection, but I hate to lead with that fact. No one seems to listen to the work that it takes to develop the craft. I often find myself fighting the notion that I was simply born into a 'gift' instead of celebrating a lifetime of learning. 

My First Medium: Chocolate Pudding.

At the ripe old age of three, I loved paint so much that I began eating it.  So my parents decided to arm me with chocolate pudding instead of acrylics. A masterpiece out of chocolate pudding was just another day in the Pavlick household.