I finished the old red barn painting recently
and while my work will never grace the great galleries,
I am loving the process…. and isn’t that the point?
When I was young and picked up a brush, I was so self conscious
about the mistakes I was making and the lack of quality in what I was putting on the
canvas compared to the true artists work I had been admiring.
canvas compared to the true artists work I had been admiring.
That’s such a silly notion when you take that thought apart and analyze it.
Anything you imagine, work on, build, create… is a
work of art. It is your individual expression, unique to you.
The process in itself is rewarding as long as you are not
a harsh critic to yourself. And why would we ever want to
criticize ourselves for the act of creative expression.
Who needs another judge, anyway?
Our “self” is kinda like that canvas.
Don’t hold your personal self up to someone elses life or expectations.
Oh boy, I am guilty of that.
Don’t be afraid to express your own style – be the true you -and embrace it.
Now that I’m older (and wiser! Hey, there are benefits!) and don’t give a flying F
what someone else might think is poor work on my easel,
I am loving every minute of it.
It’s not just the gift of being able to put a picture on canvas…
it’s most importantly the gift of allowing myself the freedom to do it.. and enjoy it.
So the red barn is done, and I came across a photo on the internet of this
snow scene in Vermont. The photo is a black & white, but I’m attempting
to put color in mine.
I’ll let you now how it goes.