Good morning! I still suck at consistently blogging, but I’m just going to accept that about myself and blog when I can. I do consistently share what’s going on in my life on my Instagram, so you can always follow me there.
About two months ago, I decided to finally jump in and learn to paint, which is something I’ve wanted to do for eons. I am a graphic artist by trade and I have always felt like I could be a painter. I have painted things in the past. For a few years when I was younger, I painted ceramics. I got really good at painting eyes on dolls, and a tomahawk I painted won some sort of award. I moved to painting t-shirts and sweatshirts for a bit, but that got boring. I painted frames and boxes and things like that when I worked for Michael’s. But I never had the courage to take paint to a blank page. I don’t know if it was fear of failure or what, but recently, I started watching YouTube videos of people painting. I started with watching acrylic painters (the gateway paint). I mean, who doesn’t binge-watch Bob Ross? Then I happened upon someone working on a watercolor.
I. Was. Hooked.
I then spent hours watching all kinds of YouTubers painting with watercolor. Before I even picked up a brush, I logged hours and hours just watching people do it. I knew techniques before I even picked up a brush.
I had my Amazon cart filled with brushes and paints and paper. Just sitting there, waiting until I had the courage to push the button to have them shipped to me.
Long story a little shorter, I finally did it. And then I looked at the paints and brushes and papers for another while, still watching video after video.
On August 4th, the kids and I set aside an entire Saturday to try out watercolor painting. And it felt like I found a piece of myself that had been missing.
My first painting was of a windmill. I started sharing my paintings with my friends and family on Facebook and Instagram because I wanted to document my progress. I kept reminding myself that just because I thought they were horrible, didn’t mean that they actually were. They were my beginning. They would show my progress.
While learning with watercolor, I have found myself testing myself, too, in a way. I am a graphic artist. I am so used to everything having a border and a hard edge. Watercolor doesn’t like to live that life, so I’ve had to work on retraining my brain to see that that is okay. Going with the flow is an actual thing.
Anyway, this past weekend, I decided to paint a few things with a photo for a reference. My other paintings have been either looking at other paintings or trying to recreate what I’ve seen done in a watercolor video. This time, I was determined to just look at something in real life and paint my interpretation of it in watercolor. And I can say that I actually liked these two paintings!
I’m only two months in on this journey, but I have to say that I love it. I love practicing. I love that it’s so mobile. I paint in bed while watching tv. I paint on the couch with the kids painting with me. I took my painting supplies to my sister’s house this weekend and my niece and daughter painted while my sister and I baked. Painting makes me feel alive, and I’m not even that good at it yet. But I will be. I’m going to be good at this because I’m going to give myself permission to keep practicing and keep growing. I’m not going to give up. It’s therapy in a brush.
I am such a nerd.