Rewind. I have a way better idea for this book. I’ll use color and fun hand lettered pages to tell my story. I’ve added a few words so the poem will change.
I’m so excited for this poem. It’s a great way to kick off my summer and it’ll be completed just in time for back to school.
I need this poem. I need this book. The world needs it too. It’s a win-win.
So I am painting all these objects for my next book. It’s funny how I don’t fret about the mistakes I make. I remember the days when I’d get upset, throw it out and start over. I don’t do that anymore.
Something happens to me. I go into a, fix it or make it work mode. Now I paint over my mistakes or use the eraser tool in Affinity Photo. I think of Jon Contino’s words. You could do tons of revisions but the first one is always the best. It’s so true. I’ll get perfect color, layout or just the overall design feels good. Then perfection takes over. I dip the brush in a wrong color and doubt creeps in along with the ugly splatters that ruined my art.
How many times have I done that? PLENTY, I checked. I kept painting and repainting trees but then I realized, no I refuse to do this.
I recognize when I second guess myself. I have deadlines to meet. Oh my goodness I realize that I’ve always looked at mistakes as, what if my art is misunderstood because of a wrong color or maybe I should do this instead of that. But what if my art loses its magic the more I think and think about what I did wrong.
Yes I gotta let the kid play. She has great ideas. I trust her. Did I just write that? OK I can see why I had to repaint some of the trees. Practice helps me find that sweet balance.
-there are no impossibilities