|sweater body finished, onto the sleeves!|
Yesterday I decided to pull out my paints and paint on watercolor paper. Lately my artwork has been daily sketching with a little bit of paints on drawing paper. I love the fastness and the ease of mental low pressure when I do a daily sketch.
I pulled out a new paint set that I received from Santa and I sat at the table with high expectations of great artwork about to be produced by me. Sadly, I made a hot mess of it. I was disappointed and frustrated.
|felix cardigan cast on|
Of course I will not share the picture! I almost ripped it out of my watercolor sketchbook but then I thought, 'where is the learning if I don't have documentation of my progress?' You see, I LOVE to flip through notebooks and see my progress. The progress isn't linear nor is it beautiful but it's there when I show up day after day. I capture shadows or a blend colors just right.
I have my very first sweater (mint green!) that I knit when I was a teen. Oh the mistakes and the missed accurate measuring of the elusive gauge. I look at that masterpiece and see my younger self trying and succeeding in making a garment. It's not perfect but I made it. That sweater is over 40 years old.
I've decided to keep my horrible watercolor painting tucked away for now. Afterwards I did paint a delightful bird and was pleased with my attempt - all is not lost.
I take for granted my skills as a knitter. I knit without looking most of the time at my projects, I know when my gauge is on or off, I know when yarn isn't meeting my expectations and switch it out for something else. I alter patterns at a whim. I look at charts and my fingers know what to do without using words for the symbols, it's like piano playing for knitting. All of these aspects weren't gained in a week. I've been knitting for 40+ years.
|new paint set|
So I try to set aside my art expectations and show up. Creativity needs room to grow and expecting a specific outcome squelches creativity.
|a delightfully clean kitchen|
Anyways, can I tell you how happy I am that I am not reading the Grant biography? Golly! I've been languishing in fictional reading and it's glorious. It'll be a while until I read another huge non-fiction book like that. Right now I'm reading Dutch House and A Better Man both are enjoyable.