This morning I was looking at some photos of old paintings. This is one that always makes me smile....Looking at it takes me back to when I painted it...the pure joy of playing with the colours...the not knowing where it was going to end up. I felt confident in my abilities at this time...fully knowing that this is what I was born to do. I painted a lot during this time period.
I remember how proud I was when it was purchased by a complete stranger in Florida to gift her own dear sister. It was one of the first pieces I sold online.
Lately though, I've been looking at my canvases with uncertainty...even apprehension.
I know it's my very own personal critic rearing his head up again...Isn't it amazing how they can stop you cold in your tracks? He's actually been popping in for little visits since I was a kid. He comes complete with his sarcastic little list of 'Ya Rights'
*Ya right....you are SO creative...
*Ya right...someone like YOU can make a living selling your art...
*Ya right...you can do WHATEVER you set your mind too...
*Ya right...you're just Soooooo wonderful...
He goes on and on...Now I could tell you who's face my critic wears, but that would take laying on a leather couch for hours, and someone with a Freudian degree to sort through all that.
Truth be known...I've climbed out of this several times before. I've got my tattered copy of Juila Cameron's The Artist's Way...I'm surrounded by truly inspiring people...and I'll be sending someone packing in a few days...hopefully permanently...because he has really worn out his welcome around here!