When I was a kid, I occasionally coerced invited my mom and sisters to do creative projects with me. One such project was to paint flower pots, happily before Pinterest existed to ruin all our hopes of satisfaction (like we could do these in an afternoon, with no skills or experience, right?).
I dutifully followed the rules I'd learned from art books and classes, and painted precise lines and swirls, dots, flowers, and stripes. Very correct, mind you. It wasn't about having fun, it was about doing it right. My flower pot ended up as a very uptight little thing.
My mom, on the other hand, studied her pot for a while, then dipped a thumb in the paint. She spent about 15 minutes making thumbprints on the pot, finishing with a swipe of color at the top. Her pot was adorable, whimsical, and oozed personality.
I was scandalized. How did "right" get trounced by "fun"?!
What I've since learned is that freedom to express whatever's in your heart with whatever tools you have at hand - that's what matters. And the end-product - whether a painted flower pot or a cast-stone sculpture - reflects the heart that went into its making.
My mom just tolerated my DIY bursts, but she admitted later to loving that pot. She of the "I'm not creative" complaint was intensely creative.
Just like all of us, if we let ourselves create with heart.