I spent an hour today searching for the “perfect” journal entry to go with my new drawing. I love going back thru my old journals. It’s amazing how the same themes seem to keep re-occurring. What surprised me the most was how shy I was just 5 short years ago. I wasn’t shy in a “too scared to speak” way, more like private. I just didn’t bother saying much about myself to others (you know acquaintances, co-workers). Yea, I was probably a big bore too! It can get tiresome if someone else has to do all the talking (tiresome for the speaker). LOL!
After that hour, I still hadn’t come up with any journaling blog-worthy enough for the drawing.
I really want to sketch right now…cuz I’m due….but I haven’t found anything that’s inspired me in that way. So, instead I pulled out my stencils and watercolor pencils and played.
I’m such a sucker for color!! Gotta have my whole spectrum!
Since the black/white doodling has worked with other watercolor drawings, I went back to that technique.
If you’ve been following my blog then you’ll probably remember the above journaling. It’s from The War of Art and it reads:
I believe in Angels. They work for God- it’s their job to help us. Wake us up. Bump us along. They shout “Evolve! Evolve!”….Angels are like muses. They know stuff we don’t. They want to help us. They’re on the other side of a pane of glass shouting to get our attention. But we can’t hear them. We’re too distracted by our own nonsense. Ahh, but when we begin. When we make a start, when we commit and face our fears- a crack appears in the membrane.
However, I ran out of room up there and couldn’t journal the entire paragraph. Shoot!
