I was the girl who couldn’t draw a straight line, remember? But I had other talents. I wrote. I played music. I danced. I sang. A masterpiece, in my opinion, could be the pinnacle of any creative passion, not just painting.
…after painting my first mountain range today, I had no idea what to do with the rest of the canvas, so, yep. I just kept painting more mountains.
I may not be a great artist, but I’m loving what I’m doing.
I have a feeling there will probably be lots of partridges flying around today, as well as many more sitting contentedly in their pear trees, and I hope you’ll let Poor Mr. Partridge join the flock.
I was asking myself earlier why I keep painting mountains when they are such a struggle for me. That, of course, is exactly why I keep painting them.
With each painting I do, I realize how far I’ve come in a very short time, and yet I also realize how very far I have to go.
…I think I spent more time wiping off and scrubbing away paint than I did in actually putting paint on the canvas
I really loved this painting…until the giant tree happened.
…one week isn’t long, but I have already learned a lot.
I couldn’t get the shapes right. I couldn’t get the colors right. I couldn’t figure out where the lights and darks should go.
…the online art community has room for each of us — no matter what our skill level might be.