The piece of brown paper that I prepped with watercolour ground weeks ago, and ignored, and then added the sketch a few days ago….. …… is sitting on my easel glaring at me, and I am avoiding it like the plague.
Instead I am doing lots of different things in sketchbooks and whatnot, and convincing myself that because I am doing these things I am not blocked, but there is a block there, and so today I decided to try and identify why, or at least to try a different way in.
So I did a bunch of things in different sketchbooks, and did a bunch of housework, and then decided that it might be because I have a weird relationship with watercolours.
I love watercolours, I love collecting all the amazing colours, and I love the way they smudge and waft across the paper, but I don’t use them very often, and so I tell myself stories about how I don’t know how to use them, and if I start I will fail, and I feed the Resistance.
If I have learned anything over the past almost year of daily art it is that resistance is bullshit, and the way to get over that is to practise. So instead of practising the portrait in graphite, or acrylic, I got out a watercolour sketchbook and played.
It’s not great, but it’s not half bad, and maybe tomorrow I will have more confidence for tackling the project. My delightful brain, tho…
Til the morn,
Suzanne
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Thrummie Bizzum 
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