Frustration Is Good For the Soul.
March 14, 2008 04:40 PM
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If I keep
banging my head against these walls, it will be a
race to see if I need ice or plaster first. The
latest concussion is poppy-induced — no, I
haven't been smoking or whatever it is you do with
them. I've just been too busy talking myself out of
doing this painting to actually start the darn thing.
I've been surfing the web (not the greatest invention
for a neurotic artist) for inspiration and instead
have found botanical artists who are so talented,
there's no point in my picking up a paintbrush.
Now my husband and mother are probably going to want to add to my concussion, but I did finally pick up a brush today. And even if I do still have a generous helping of artistic insecurities, the painting is still sitting on my desk. I didn't toss it (stomp on it, rip it into tiny pieces or have a tantrum) when it didn't seem to be working this morning. I've resolved some of the problems I was having and now I'm happy enough with the progress I've made to post it. Finally, I'm excited and anxious to get back at it after the kids are in bed.
Chances are I'll knock out a painting tonight that would have already been in the trash a year or so ago. And I didn't think sketchbooks were good for anything. Duh! If nothing else, at least they've taught me that even a bad painting is a chance to learn something.
Now my husband and mother are probably going to want to add to my concussion, but I did finally pick up a brush today. And even if I do still have a generous helping of artistic insecurities, the painting is still sitting on my desk. I didn't toss it (stomp on it, rip it into tiny pieces or have a tantrum) when it didn't seem to be working this morning. I've resolved some of the problems I was having and now I'm happy enough with the progress I've made to post it. Finally, I'm excited and anxious to get back at it after the kids are in bed.
Chances are I'll knock out a painting tonight that would have already been in the trash a year or so ago. And I didn't think sketchbooks were good for anything. Duh! If nothing else, at least they've taught me that even a bad painting is a chance to learn something.
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