I just want to paint.
I have friends and family who know how to create such beauty with a brush stroke. But I think I’m scared.
And a little too critical. I refuse to let myself be free, seeing the boldness of color on a white canvas.
And I refuse to let myself just mix the paints, and change the plan as I go.
I didn’t worry about these things when I was younger.
Now I shake, wanting to keep my hand steady, and avoid any mistakes. Not used to the fluidity of the bristles on a brush.
I find safety in art with a pencil, where I can guide myself with a faint stroke, and easily erase what I don’t like. And everything is in shades of gray so nothing stands out too much.
Sometimes I long for that rigid pencil point.
In fact, I think I’ve come to rely on it, on being able to control it.
Hopefully, one day I’ll be able to loosen up a bit, and go with the flow of each brush stroke without fear.
I’m joining Lisa-Jo Baker today for Five Minute Friday.
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