Today, during the scramble, I had a great friend look at a painting that I had done months ago. She began to dissect it and analyze it and ouch, ouch, ouch... I was gasping for air with each syllable. Little did I know that all she wanted was for me to succeed with the piece. Not malicious or to see me squirm.
I did what she said and I was realizing that her ancient wisdom in the arts was really, really what it needed. Most of the changes were slowly bringing up the feeling that I had seen when I first stared dreaming about it.
Tomorrow I will continue to rearrange and tweak and meld the image until > I < am a believer.
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Mind you this woman taught me. She asks me my opinion. She trusts my input. But still it felt like someone was bursting a bubble or my brain was the bubble.
So, all you who( like me) haven't had that bursting bubble feeling about your art works or poems or quilting or whatever, Remember to soak it in like medicine and just know that it just might be only what it needed.