I have had a nagging feeling of desperation lately.
I haven’t put brush to canvas in ages and sorely feel the need to. Strange thing though, I have had moments where I stood painting and thought “just give it up”. I’m by no means super talented and have painted many things I thought came out horrible.
Thinking back to when my girls painted there first huge painting together, the process of meticulously planning it, their excitement and the satisfaction they felt after completing it. It makes me realize that it’s not about being super talented, but more about being able to have a vice where you can express yourself.
Sigh… I need the smell of oil paint and turpentine. Really need to steal some time and paint something…anything