Spring is coming and flowers are begging for a portrait. I painted this water colour a few years back. It started out as a drawing lesson for myself one afternoon which then turned into a painting lesson. I ponder whether I could ever do it again? It's so loose... the freedom I feel when I look at it makes me happy.
It's funny when you rifle through your old work for inspiration. When something catches your eye and you wonder how did I do it? What frame of mind was I in? Where is that courage now that I need it, I think, as I look at my lovely new paint brushes and paints? I stare blankly at the vast whiteness of the beautiful paper I received from my sister for Christmas, that calls me out as a coward, dares me to splotch colour on it's face, betting I never will.