Day two of my blog. I am still trying to convince myself that it’s worth committing to…that I will get something out of this…and hopefully someone else will to?
I have all these ideas in my head that I would like to create. But every time I get out the good oil pastels, the lovely canvas or board and sit down to draw I freeze. On the other end I can draw a portrait of myself in 20 minutes using my kids’ worn crayola marker.
It’s the pressure I put on myself to make something beautiful every time I attempt to create. Isn’t that silly? If I can’t make it beautiful what’s the point of making it? Really?… The point is to practice, to enjoy the process (or so I’ve been told).
Art Who Cares.
I named my blog that because that’s what I wonder most days when I create something. Who the hell cares???? But I vow to fight against those feelings. To create because it’s who I am and therefore makes me feel most like myself.
Art. I care.