Basically anyone in the world who knows me could tell you that I have absolutely zero artistic talent. I've always wished I had any ounce of skill, but an eight grade career test informed me that I could keep dreaming...but it just wasn't in the cards for me.
A few months ago I came up with an idea for a canvas painting. Naturally, I doubted my ability and waited on it. I bought the canvas, the scrapbook paper I wanted to attach, and mapped out in my head exactly what I wanted to do with it.
Today, finally, I decided to pick up the paint brush and do it. With the help of my friend Lizzy (who provided the supplies) I made something completely different from what I had imagined.
Turns out, by the time I finished it, I had scrapped the original plan. Once I had all the paint on the canvas, I decided I loved it too much to cover up. My original intention of painting the canvas one solid color, and then covering it with a checkerboard scrapbook page went completely out the window. While I may someday attempt my original plan, for now, I'm thrilled with it.
My older brother was a design major. His artwork is breathtaking and his talent just amazes me. Until today, I truly thought the most I could handle was stick figures. Granted, I'm aware this is no Picasso...and I'm sure most won't even be at all impressed with it. But for me, it's the idea that I got over my fear of the disaster it could turn out to be....and actually made something that I can't wait to hang.
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