I've been having a little war with myself lately, though. I've only painted a couple of pieces in the last few weeks. With Easter, house guests, other obligations etc., I've found little time to actually sit down and paint. So, as the time stretched to the two week mark of my art drought I found I got a little anxious. My dark subconscious started whispering to me...
"Would I still be able to paint something beautiful? Maybe because I've been ignoring my talent it's gonna be gone when I want to paint."It's like you had a best buddy who you loved to play with and you knew she'd always be there when you needed her. She kept calling, asking you to come and play in the park, you always begged off, you were busy! Then one day you had time to play but when you showed up at the park she was gone. She got tired of waiting for you. In the back of my mind I get a little nervous that my artistic ability is like my lonely little friend. Some day she's gonna walk away because I don't play with her enough.
"Give yourself a damn break, Jenn!"I'll prolly get an email tomorrow entitled "Advice from curmudgeonly Uncle Bob". He likes to be self deprecating. He makes me smile. Although it annoys the hell out of me that he's always right! ;o) And I owe him a rooooaaaassssttttt Mmmooooooossseeeeee. Hehehe. Inside Joke. ;o)
I'm on a painting jag so I won't be gone long... We'll talk soon, promise.
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