Today started with me wondering what to do.
I have my 3yr old princess/assistant at home with me this week,
it's half term holidays at preschool, so it's not been so easy to get started with arty things.
She was in the mood for being creative, so I decided to get some backgrounds done so that at least when the time came I would have things prepared and ready to work on.
That's when it hit me,
I THINK TOO MUCH.
What I mean is, when I am getting down to making something wether it's a page in my journal or a full blown canvassy thing, I think too much about it.
I think about colors,
will it look right,
will people like it,
will I like it,
will that go with that,
will the glue show through,
will the paint run,
will it be bright enough...
don't even get me started on that 'other voice',
you know the one I mean,
the doubting one.
Sshh, if we don't talk about it, it doesn't exist.
(a bit like Voldermort).
What ever happened to me being a Free Spirit?
Where is my inner child?
(at least in the arty sense)
I don't even think it was actually that long ago when I last felt it - the freeness you know.
Ok, well maybe when I was doing my art degree,
but even then it was quiet and not on show.
It wasn't until today when I was sitting making things with my 3yr old that I noticed her Free Spirit.
She is so refreshing to watch when she is painting.
She paints with flair and recklessness that is wonderful to see.
She doesn't care if her orange runs into her turquoise, or her water spills over everything.
She just turn's the page and starts again.
Miss P working in her art journal.
This is what I got up to whilst she was busy
My lesson for today...
be a little reckless, you can always turn the page.