I forgot that lesson earlier tonight as I struggled with some mini sketches of Arabians. I got too concerned with being perfect that I forgot they were just practice sketches and not meant to be perfect. They’re meant to be sloppy, hasty, and just a tad nice. Anyway, I tossed them aside and pursued other interests for a couple of hours before revisiting them.
Hah! A little ink, some scribbles, and – TaDa! rough sketches. And I enjoyed the process. I remembered.
Just little doodles of horses at the Arabian Horse Rescue & Education. I need better photographs to work from. I could try sketching onsite, but I dislike people peering over my shoulder, so photography is the next best way for me to go. I only used my cell phone the last time I was out there. I shall take the big DSLR and extra lens on Thursday when I deliver my first commission.
I still have a bit of the Imposter Syndrome going on (that I’m not good enough or what the client thinks I am). I have room to grow. A lot of room. I need to be willing to stumble a little. I also need to remember to Enjoy The Journey. So much of my joy was stolen in December and it is a fight daily to keep myself on an even keel.
I will eventually add a page to my website for art (TwoCrowFeatherWoman.com) titled “Arabian Horse Rescue and Education”. This is where I will blog about the journey (in between genealogy and gardening and healing my heart). For now, just look at my doodles and know I was practicing. Nowhere close to perfect and they shouldn’t be. They’re part of the journey, and the part that should be enjoyed.
These are doodles? Rough sketches?! WOW! Beautiful!
Ahh…the journey! What a profound thought! The journey from A to B, from life to death, from security to transition. Embarking on frontier paths untouched by an earlier mindset. These paths are ugly, scary& yet wonderous& mysterious. Do I really like stepping out on air&planning the rough landing, only to find a gentle arrival at the next bend. I love you fairy, magical Jesus girl& my prayers shower over you, P.S. I would have NEVER chosen you over 3 decades ago to be my sister, mini village mother or true hero if I did not love who you were& who you are! Imperfections AND all. and I purposely used the (&)’s to annoy you, knowing most writers distain the shortcuts! Imperfect as I am! I love you again!