Warning: Distraught, emotional artist writing. You may read hyperbole; laugh if you must, but pity me in silence if you can.
Mostly, I am not brave. Or as imaginative as I ought to be. I mean, I am an artist, and you would think there would be more of an adventurous spirit about me . . .
But alas, it is only a small, small seed trying to break trough the crust of a currently tortuous inability to appreciate watercolor.
And so I let myself think that moving straight to another medium would help.
But praise the Lord! He will not let me go so soon. “Look inside,” says He as I pass a certain book.
A certain book on color theory.
The cover of a deep, deep well is peeled back. And no dry mud is found at the bottom. It is full of resounding depths of help. Teaching me things I only thought I could be left in a muddle over for the rest of my life.
Ignoring the wondrous properties of watercolor and unlovingly shoving it about the rough paper will get me no where. Perhaps it can be rescued yet, but I must be brave and see it through.
Be brave and tread the depths of color. Be brave and admit that I don’t know as much as I think.
Start at the beginning, work monochromatic color schemes - be adventurous.
I need strength from Him to be Brave and Adventurous.
Thank you, Lord, for rescuing me from discouragement and despair.