My eyes are tired. I spent hours rectifying a stupid mistake.
The book was done.
Sure I had a few pictures to clean up and edit one last… few times BUT it was done.
I got home yesterday with this excitement. Today is the day…it was suppose to be.
I had been working on another book and saved the final manuscript under the file name Ana & George. I deleted A& G .
Lots of deep breaths and a heart ache later I realized I’d have to start over.
I did have the paper copy and an old file version but what happened to me.
Was it resistance? Lizard brain? Or just my own dumbness as a result of working so hard to finish all three e-books in a matter of weeks. Probably
I’ve been taken out of my comfort zone. I’m tired. I’ve got passion in my heart. I want more. This is good.
-There are no impossibilities
So here I am reading a book, Creative Inc. and researching Banksy. The artist pops up here and there with something to say. His ideas are original. Banksy ideas are thought provoking. He’s an artist.
…which makes me ponder the meaning of my art. What do I hope to achieve? I hope to speak to those who are tired of reading the same old self-help books. You are not broken. You are beautiful so create like it. I want to let the kid play. I want to let the world know there’s room in the sandbox for all of us….
And I take a deep breath…alright
-There are no impossibilities
Ughh…this week was hard. I spent most of my time cleaning up the files for my wise trees book. I am tired of looking at my laptop screen. It feels like I am neglecting my art.
I am so glad last week happened. I set out to work on my work in progress folder and all these ideas begged to be painted. The best part is I am listening.
This is an old sketch. I finally painted …
I’ve been adding new art to my shop. The fact is I don’t care who likes it or not. All I feel is this sense to continue sharing my work.
Maybe its baby steps toward my biggest project yet. I’m scared. Deep breaths. I’m excited! I long for summer days when I work on art all day or night. No matter where life takes me, I must always create.
I painted and painted this balloon. I kept messing up. Each time I vowed to make it work. I painted over and over again and then this happened. Not bad thanks to a little help from an eraser tool. This balloon sums up my art and every moment that led to my wise trees book. I can’t believe my book is almost here.
I am now working on a new book. Her name is Elfie and she wants to build the biggest bestest tree in the world. She’s cute and my deadline is this holiday season. I can do it because …
there are no impossibilites.
seems like so long ago that I had this crazy idea to write a book. I painted trees and wrote. Now I have a collage animal book idea inspired by the man himself Eric Carle, the love poem that will be converted to a book, a flower book…I’ll be creatiing a book dummy for the next book. Oh gosh my heart is pounding.
First I must tie up loose ends with Wise Trees.
I have been repainting AGAIN, making sure all is the best it can be.
This is pretty good. BUT there”s not enough contrast in the spirals.
Maybe the tree needs texture?
Texture is all wrong? I went back and forth. I kept editing and editing… back and forth and looking at the words for the book.
This tree needs a squirrel. Yes, hearts and all lookin good.
There’s always an artist who has everything figured out. They are living the dream and maybe even film a live sketching or painting session. The art is amazing and the artists proceeds to say, this is a mess and it isn’t perfect so I’ll clean it up in photoshop. Ha! Perfection is false. It’s all about the process.