When I started writing stories, I had my mind set on becoming a selling author. Mission accomplished.
However, along the way, the thing I loved about writing, the creative dreaming, was lost. Writing is now my job. Which was why I began playing with mixed media art to try to get back my creative spark. I wasn’t sure I could do it because anything I do I want to do well. Along the way, I had to accept that this isn’t natural for me like writing was—and that I may never be any good at it. I gave myself permission to play. Along the way, I’ve explored all different kinds of media, and I hop around when I get bored.
It’s okay to be only okay or even awful. I share what I do because when I put it out there, it provides me the incentive to keep at it. So, here I am again, sharing my latest thing. I decided I wanted to paint something for my SIL to hang on the wall (the bathroom is fine with me 🙂 ). He’s very proud of his Scottish heritage, so I thought I’d try painting a thistle. I did it in gouache, but I think I’ll try it in pastels as well.