I do love Paul McCartney’s new song. The biggest lesson I learned this year is who cares.
I love my letters. I love my drawings. I enjoy my art. Sure I need to go back to hand lettering. I love color. I should keep mixing. Isn’t that the point. I could be in this place of curiosity and explore!
Or I could doubt. Why would I ever do that. I have lots more projects to paint.
Creating projects means you are showing up. You show up and that helps you persevere.
When my work sucked, I showed up.
When I had the wrong idea, I showed up.
When my work sucked, I showed up.
There’s been many times where I reference Adobe Kuler, or How magazine to get ideas for color schemes.
There’s been many times where I have no clue how to improve my drawings. That led to a Udemy class. This drawing class made me study realism, perspective and shading. All this tied in so well with Ana Victoria Calderon’s class about transparencies with watercolor.
I want to take the last days to reflect on my art. There have been many MANY lessons that I’ve learned. Yet it seems I haven’t learned enough. I’ll never forget the terrible day I deleted my finished book, TWICE.
Perseverance is a big one. Even when you know its bad you keep going. How else are you going to practice.
Sure there’s this side of not giving up. But don’t you have to know when to say,”Look, this ship has sailed and sunk. It’s time to move on and figure out a new way. ” Perseverance is also showing up… even after the 100th time you paint a poem.
You paint and you paint the same design. Each time you get better. It seems like you’re headed nowhere and then… right before your eyes…the color and idea are so close to what you see in your mind. You keep painting because its an idea that you want to share. Along the way there’s this voice that says sure its all been wrong but keep going.
GO FOR IT. I know, I’ve always known when an idea is the right one. The problem is that resistance shows up and it has for a long time…too long. There came a point when I just couldn’t listen anymore. There comes a time in everyone’s life when you can’t accept another come back tomorrow.
Yeah that line was from a frantic mother looking for her stolen child. She has a big idea on where she is and who took her. Yet the world thinks she’s crazy. Does she do what I’ve been dong for far too long. I laugh, because she didn’t. SHE WAS RIGHT.
Sure, this was a lifetime movie but it’s a true story, about a real family, a real mother who rose above the naysayers.
So I went from I refuse to throw out another piece of paper to publishing my first ebook. I am almost done with the second book. I caught myself analyzing detail after detail, There’s going to be no more of that.
I mean yeah I want to produce the best I can but I can’t go over and OVER the details too long that I forget what I am doing or why. I feel like I keep writing the same ideas and words. Maybe I am ? Maybe I need to keep telling myself this and writing…WHICH IS PROOF I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE. I must change. I am
I want to share my ideas about love and curiosity. I believe my books will do just that. People will be quick to say your book doesn’t matter. A big publishing company didn’t publish it. I say I achieved my goal. It feels great and I have so many more projects to work on. That makes me feel free!
Ellie shows us that togetherness is the best magic. She teaches us what it means to be an artist. Wise Trees teaches the importance of listening to ideas as they ring.
I can’t believe how creative these kids are. “You guys are artists. WOW” Seriously I am surprised at how much fun it was to watch them take control and feel a part of something. Prior to this activity we were doing boring fill in the blank busy work, the theme was how families work together. The discussion is awesome but busy work can be boring.
The moment I said your ticket to craft time is finishing these few pages, well I never saw them more focused. I showed them my sample and they were blown away. We had a great discussion. What usually takes an hour took a mere 20 minutes! Art made these kids smile and did we learn about families that day, Y-EAH!
These kids were sharing and creating! I could feel the energy and words that remind me of my purpose, words I’ll never forget. This is the best day ever! When I gave the kids compliments on their amazing skills, they simply said,” I’m just doing my best.” I watched as they were filled with joy from the mere scraps of paper, foam, ribbons and fabric I gave them. It felt amazing. Literally they were old scraps, scraps of projects from the past. But just the right pieces for their masterpieces. I wish I would have taken pictures. They encouraged each other too.
Yeah this was one of the best days ever. No one can take that from us. As for my purpose well, I’ll continue to share art with the world. I got books to publish, and …