Whoops! Some of you got a little bonus in your e-mail this morning when I accidentally posted a lesson on Pathworking that was written for Moonshine here on my blog. Consider it a present for being kind enough to actually sign up to get this blog emailed to you. :) The post has been removed, but if you were intrigued by the lesson (a walkthrough of what a typical pathworking with me is like), you can get more details on Moonshine here! There are over 70 of us in the class now, and it is a thing of gorgeous beauty! I hope to see you there.
I had a really good week, no doubt in part due to the excellent session I had on Friday. I went in twisty over some serious envy I was experiencing that I *didn’t want to be experiencing*. It was envy over what can happen when someone’s talent is recognized early and they are given support and encouragement from the get go.
I was feeling a serious lack of confidence ~ a very powerful sense of “Who do you think you are, teaching what you’re teaching!” There was a litany of reasons why I should pack it in and quit doing what I do in favour of slinging coffee at a Tim Horton’s.
Education was huge on that list. I don’t have any training. I am a drop out. I don’t know what I’m talking about. Everything I know, I learned from watching art videos (from some of the best mixed media art teachers out there) and then experimenting with what I learned…
Somehow, in the face of what I was calling ‘real talent’, I was a big loser.
“Tell me more about ‘real talent’.” L said.
Brain splodey followed (along with a few snot bubbles). I had convinced myself that real talent doesn’t have to be taught. Real talent is born knowing how to draw, knowing what to do with art mediums, knowing *everything*, and then getting the education to prove it.
I came out of that session knowing that I, too, have real talent. That I have to tease it out with practice and skills building is *natural*. That my passion and dedication and practice is not something my teachers handed me, and without that passion, dedication and practice, talent doesn’t amount to *anything*.
On my way home from therapy, I stopped in at Curry’s Art Supply and I bought a massive sketchbook to play in. This thing is 14 x 17 inches and it is *mammoth*. The intention was to give myself space to play, experiment, hone my skills the only way they *can be honed* ~ through practice, but it was also a way of signaling to my inner artist that *I SEE HER* and she is worthy of time, space, BIG SKETCH BOOKS, glorious paint, time, nurturing, and support.
I tweaked my living room painting corner so that it was ‘paint central’ instead of art journaling central, thinking that limiting my mediums to the ones I really, genuinely want to master (paint!) would stretch me…
And I painted all weekend. Backgrounds. Etching. Layering. Sketching…
Because real talent needs hours of practice to back it up.
What do you think ‘real talent’ is?
Here are some snapshots of my progression through from background to painting this weekend. The background took about two hours of play. The portrait took about four hours. Many thanks to my painting Mama, Shiloh McCloud, from whom I derive an enormous amount of skills-building & inspiration.