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Much love and blessings! -Bethie |
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Much love and blessings! -Bethie |
One of the the worst things that I do to myself, is that if I don't complete, or at least approve of something I've put down in an appropriate short period of time, I begin to believe that I don't have what it takes to be an artist. This is one of those raw and very tender aspects of myself that I do. Not. Like. We all have our issues (right? 0.0). I tend to be on the side of can't get out of my head... What's the actual expression?? Letting my thoughts get ahead of my actions, or messing up things (in everyday life as well) because I'm thinking about it too much.
That said, I've always never really wanted to draw out aging, because I could never get it right it seemed. But spending a couple of hours on Monday, glued to my chair, and many attempts later, I got this woman. And she isn't perfect (I'm still convinced the eyes need more work), but I'm a semi perfectionist, so putting this up doesn't absolutely freak me out.
Learn from mistakes, get feedback, don't trash anything you draw. How else will we learn?
My family and I happen to be on a month long media fast (meaning not going into any media type site online, Facebook, YouTube, Instagram, blogs... etc.) as you read this, it's a way of re-starting almost. And also it's giving us a better understanding of the good and sometimes not so good in any one of those non-physical interactions areas. Overall, it's great! But I'm sure I'm going to want to be done by the time this gets posted. I've scheduled a couple of posts, mostly for myself as I try not to overload on media the night before I sign out of everything. :)
Today I bring you this painting, that I did on the sub flooring in my new room. I hope no one ever takes this new flooring out (blood and tears, as is typical with any home renovations;) to find this little heroine, but if they do they will also find a large flower with a seven year olds name proudly painted by herself, and a tree with a potato shaped man under it, made by a little five year old boy. I wonder if it'll get even a glance, or maybe it'll get more? I kind of hope I never know:) But here it is, it's one little moment, last moment, before being completely covered.
Art is funny sometimes...