“In the second half of the 20th century, girls in Communist Poland would take little trinkets and scraps like candy wrappers, leaves, bits of confetti, and colorful beads and pills and arrange them, like collages or shrines, on pieces of foil, seal their creations under a piece of glass, and bury them underground, where they would be their secret to keep (or to share with a few trusted friends).”
See, I wasn’t attached to the obsessive, methodical activities because I thought something bad would happen to me if I couldn’t do them—they just gave me something to do while I made up stories in my head.
Pretty much my childhood was also spent on little hobbies to keep my hands busy while my brain was zooming a million miles a minute. Wow. It feels so good to read I wasn’t the only one! Though I never was neat so my compulsions took the form of messy arts and crafts endeavours rather than organizing and sorting things. I suppose you could say thats how I started loving art and is why I continue to make it today. I still have a million stories in my head I tell only to myself :)