Why can’t we be satisfied with our own style?
I have been in a sort of funk lately.
It’s business as usual.
Everyone has them.
I go through this periodically. It’s a cycle. And I realize it.
Intellectually that is.
Emotionally it hits me every time.
I draw every day.
Sometimes it’s okay, sometimes it turns out really well, mostly………it sucks (I’m not fishing for compliments here.)
I’m used to that, the whole 10,000 bad paintings thing.
But lately I’m finding myself wanting to paint like some of the other artists I see in the blogosphere.
To be able to produce watercolors like Nora McPhail……swoon.
Or to toss off everyday sketches of my dog the caliber of Ann Hyde…..sigh.
I know it’s wrong to feel this way, yet I do.
This too shall pass, as my mother used to say.
But I thought it was important to get it out there.
Maybe I’m just venting to feel better. But maybe it IS important to share the down times, the disasters, and the failures.
I try to strike a middle ground here. Somewhere between Suzy Sunshine and Debbie Downer.
I get so sick of reading blogs and Facebook posts that are all sunshiny and positive and uplifting and make it seem that their lives are a series of nothing but successes. Blech!
So instead of sitting in a corner and crying by myself, here I am baring my soul for all to see.
It’s not pretty, but it’s real.