I love this painting even today. It touches me in a way that I don’t expect. The original image was in a nature magazine. I portray it in my own whimsical style. The black and white of the duck, the furry duckling going for a ride, the shadow on the water and the background of total colorful whimsy–I find them entrancing…and fun.
When you enter into a painting, when you are so engaged that everything else in your life and the world falls away, if only for a few moments, you are in the creative vein. What a special timeless place to dwell. What a gift. This is something artists and writers share and understand deeply. Everyone has the ability to enter, but not everyone does. It saddens me to hear someone say that they don’t have a creative bone in their body. I know otherwise. I truly do. Many of us over the course of our lives stand on the precipice of our own creative vein. But we don’t take the leap. Why not? “I’m not an artist,” is the refrain. Or, “I’m not good at that.” I disagree.
If you dare to take my dare…find a magazine with images. Choose one that you like. Start with something easy. Trace over the image a few times. Get a sense of what it feels like to trace this particular image. Then, draw the image on a piece of paper, in a notebook, whatever you have. Draw it today, draw it tomorrow, draw it everyday for one or two weeks. Notice the lines in the image. See if you can spot shapes. Notice the lines and shapes in relation to one another. Let your hand practice drawing what you see. For it is in showing up and practicing that we get good at something. Don’t strive for perfection. Let it be your perspective, the way that only you see it, that guides your hand.
Engage with it and notice where you go.
Stay safe and healthy.