I picked up my paintbrushes again last week. My watercolor paintbrushes, I should clarify. I've been using the household paintbrushes to work on some furniture painting (finally!). I missed my watercolors so much while I was preparing for the craft fair. Watching what Dana and Claire had been doing this month was making me even more impatient to get back to them.
It was wonderful to watch the paint do its thing and to hold the tiny brushes, again. I had grand ideas of the beautiful paintings I'd create.
And then reality set in. Not every painting is a success. Not every painting should be. And maybe I had been getting, if not cocky, perhaps a bit over-confident.
It was going so well, until I decided I could scratch out a part where the colors didn't quite work. Which, of course, didn't quite work, either. And things just kept spiraling downhill from there. It happens. Especially when you leave your painting time till the end of the day (next time I'm leaving laundry for last). But really, perhaps "don't get frustrated" is better advice. Just keep going. Keep painting. Some days will be wonderful and some days will be less wonderful. All days help you to get a little bit better. Each time I swirl the paints and water on my palette I learn something more. Each time my brush touches the paper I get closer to being the painter that I want to be.
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