Beginning Artist

My mom will be moving later this summer, and there are many emotions involved for a number of reasons. I came home this weekend for my brother's high school graduation, and I have been packing my things as well as celebrating and spending time with family. While sorting through what to keep and what to throw away, I came across my first art journal. It is unfinished and will likely stay that way, as the book contains hundred of pages that are not meant to hold paint; I was less than a third finished and the spine has already cracked.

It is so interesting to go back and look at one's own art from the past. I feel that I've developed so much since then, and only through playing, experimenting, screwing up, and trying again have I reached where I am now. How satisfying it is to feel that one has grown better at something!

I remember my frustration while working in this book, annoyed and often disappointed in the outcome of my art. I wanted to be like iHanna and Lynne Perella, and I wanted to be like them now. I am so proud of myself for not giving up because my art wasn't the way I imagined it to be, but continued to push and learn what worked for - and what expressed - me.

Don't give up, my loves, because you are frustrated, and don't wait to start because you fear what will appear on your page. Create, just for the sake of creativity, and do it again and again and again, and soon you will see the beauty that lies beneath it all!


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