Just as you're fully intending to spend the day painting something based on this....
up pops THIS! The dreaded inner meanie . . . the demon robbing me of my creative bliss. My gremlin.
My beginning strokes on canvas were so horrid!
(Wait! Is this only my gremlin speaking?)
Well, I won't dare show you THAT!
In quiet desperation, I literally fell to my knees, spreading all my supplies in a large circle around me. I began spreading paints on a large sheet of watercolor - still the gremlin growled.
So onto the smaller palette of my art journal, where I let him speak to me.
Sometimes it's the only thing you can do - just let him have his say.
A guy just needs a little space - to know I'm listening.....
Only then will he be silenced . . .
and I can begin again.