This creativity thing. It really is a gift, or, at least that's the way I've always thought of it. But, over the last couple of years, it's a gift that I've put on the back burner. I left it there a bit too long, and suddenly I began to feel it slipping.
Sort of like this journey of mine with watercolours. What comes out of that brush tip isn't always what I had envisioned...but I'm learning to allow it to be. Although, I do admit, I very often have to talk to myself while I'm painting to remind myself that it's ok not to have control, after all, sometimes the best journeys taken begin with not knowing where you are going. I'm finding that I get better and enjoy the process more when I don't have such a rigid mindset about what I want the painting to look like.
Life and watercolours, who knew they had so much in common?