I can literally count on one hand the amount of times I’ve painted from life. Even if I was missing a few fingers, I’d still be able to do it on one hand. I always said it was because there’s too much to carry, and it’s kind of inconvenient, but really I’m just a huge baby and drawing is more fun because it’s something I know I can do. There’s really no pressure at all.
So today I decided to get out of my comfort zone, finally, and I painted in the park. And it was totally fun, and kind of scary, but I learned a lot and I guess that’s the whole point. And I’m hoping that sometime in the relatively near future I’ll need more than one hand to count how many times I’ve painted from life. Maybe I’ll need to get an extra hand, or start using my feet…
But really, I just want to be able to pick up a paintbrush and feel as confident as I do with a pencil. So here’s to moving forward, and becoming a better artist instead of just a scared one!