This morning as I scan it, this painting looks cheery and playful. Yet last night I felt frustrated and dismissive the whole time I worked on it. Maybe some of my inner critics have found ways of sneaking out of the room they’re supposed to stay in, so they can pursue their insidious mission of making sure I understand that Art is Worthless if it’s not Serious.
I’ll try to keep a better watch out today. I don’t want to do without my studio playtime. And I will stop if it is no longer joy full, I know this about myself.
So the nights of 2021 will not get any longer now that we’ve crossed the Solstice. Brighter blessings to all.
Still feeling unsure and uninspired when I sit to make an image. What do I want to draw? Nothing, really. So just take a pencil and start something; sometimes it will turn out OK.
I got to go to a gathering to sing seasonal songs, face to face with actual human people (and also a kitten). I got home late and tired, but this is a bit of greenery, for gratitude and hope, and circles for friends and family.
In the coming year may our wealth be counted in the company we keep and the stories and songs we share.
I saw my neighbor opossum on my way to studio tonight, climbing the fence by the compost pile and watching me carefully but not very fearfully. Last time I saw them, they hid behind a shovel with their tail sticking out, and stayed there for quite a long while.
Feeling a little less stuck today. I had imagined a much more sinister character when I started this one, but then the penguin happened, and the tree thing couldn’t help but almost smile.
Still feeling stuck, without inspiration, not taking the usual pleasure from my studio time. But I feel OK about this picture anyhow. And I did spend the time, and do the practice.
It was one of those days. Nothing I did turned out to be anything I wanted to look at. More layers didn’t help. I’m irritated and cranky, and the colors are muddy and the lines are tangled, pointless and senseless. Some days are just like that. I promised I’d post them all, no matter how I thought of them, so welcome to my snarled, dissatisfied mind of the night.
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