It is so hard for me to paint - I'm not sure why. Perhaps I care about it too much, or maybe because it leaves me no place to hide. Maybe it's just meant to be challenging.
What makes me think I can do this?
The only way I can enter the painting room is to make a deal with myself: I have permission to run out of the room within seconds of touching the brush - no questions asked. No joke! That's the only way to get me in the door.
The stakes are not as high with my writing, music, and cooking, thank god. These other creative activities help me lighten up and have a healthier approach to my painting.
Maybe it is good to be brought to one's knees.
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