I keep thinking of categories for my thoughts but actually, everything I write about is so interconnected that I don't see the use of categories. Art, work, marriage, children, faith, friends, home, music, my dog, everything has something to do with something else. Maybe I should just write little bits--easily read in a minute. LIke this one.
When I begin a new piece I have a beautiful image of what it will be, but the first scratches on the page aren't much. It's kind of like a newly hatched chick--we know it will be a thing of beauty but at the moment it's pretty scrawny. in every single drawing I have ever done in my entire life, and I mean absolutely EVERY one, except for just one in all my years of doing this, I have reached a point where I look at it and say,"This is not what I had in mind and even if it was, it's no good, and why did I ever think I could do this and why don't I just go back to bed? And I always keep at it, and I almost always find that it's not all that bad, and then, maybe it's actually just a little bit good. And then I reach the point where I love it so much I can't bear to leave it at the end of the day. The trick is, and you may have heard this before–Keep at it.
I'm almost there! Thank you to everyone who's heard me talk about this for the last year for your patience!