Previously I talked about starting the habit of automatic drawing. To be completely honest, this “habit” didn’t last long. It felt too foreign. It was hard. I didn’t like the outcome. It started to stress me out.
So even that by itself is something new.
Add to that, lately my paint brush is lighter having shed a few shackles. I don’t know if this is a result but it feels related somehow. I find myself relishing the sensation of pushing paint around; the juiciness of it.
I am meeting my new ideas with less trepidation. I’m less afraid of making mistakes. My thoughts dance a little harder which brings me full circle to the value of starting something new.
. . . . next . . . throwing knives! . . . ?