Last weekend my Granddaughter Sage spent the weekend with us. Before she left her house, she told me she wanted an art weekend. Actually she said, ” I want to be able to do art all weekend, just two days to do art, nothing else!”
I think God created granddaughters because we have to make up for what we couldn’t do with our own kids!
Somebody wants to spend the weekend with me…
Sage finished three paintings over the weekend, one of the three was a school project. This piece of her project was completed in a half day. (We got that out-of-the-way!) The other painting was wrapped & given to her Mom as soon as she appeared. (Still needs her Mom at eleven.)
I had such a great time with my granddaughter, and she had a great time creating. (I’m blessed!)
While Sage was painting, and drying her work, I had to work on something. I didn’t want to be looking over her shoulder all day, I wanted her to build her confidence by having some guidance, and letting her fly. ( She’s a flier!)
I worked on my Daisy Dog Pic… Admittedly, I was once again playing, and nothing happened to me…No Anti-playing Police, or the Poor Linework Police, not even the police that monitor the imperfection on ones creative process!
There was a time when I would never have painted with a color that shouldn’t be in its place. It would have to be real or, I wouldn’t do it. I’ve over come nearly a lifetime of being taught perfection, and it being demanded. I broke out of the box, years ago, but not without the expense of everything I painted not being any good – because it wasn’t perfect. I looked around and realized Everything is perfect in its imperfection.
(I love doing different things, and with different ways of expression.)