I’m sipping peppermint tea.
I’m having writers block.
My creative muscles are sore.
I feel so rigorously pushed in my drawing class.
Imagine 12 hours of drawing drapery. Yes, that is my reality.
I’m one of the “worst” in the class. I just don’t draw well from life… it’s not where I feel inspired. I feel inspired by narratives, characters, beauty, anguish, love, loss… not DRAPERY.
I wish I wasn’t so angsty in the process. Drawing is hard! It is humbling and I am frustrated. It is not an easy path for me, but I am challenged and reaching beyond my comfort zone and that is how I wish to live my life. Stretching, exploring, pushing, growing, seeking my truth. I wish in the process I could relax and smell the orange blossoms.
I’m feeling like I’m constantly battling myself and my skills. Do you all feel that way sometimes?
I thought you didn’t have growing pains at almost 30 years old!
…My family friend Jeremy had a jewelry design company called “Late Bloomer” and I didn’t quite get it when I was little. I thought she meant the flowers that she sculpted for her earrings were blooming late. I guess I am one, a late bloomer.
I’m going to do some relaxing things for myself this week:
soak in a hot tub
see my friend Kate WC
eat a morning bun at tartine bakery
take time to stretch before exercising
paint for myself
Goodness gracious I am spilling at the seams…
**I just spoke with my friend Ali and she reminded me that while I’m in school to “Mess up, take risks and make a whole lot of bad drawings”!