There's a lot I want to say but I'm not sure if I can calm the racing thoughts in my mind to get it all out. First off, I want to say paint no longer scares me. I used to think that if you don't know how to paint masterpieces right off that bat, right out of the womb ... in other words, if you needed to practice how to paint, that you really weren't meant to be one. That mindset is what contributed to my fear of paint.

I've been painting like crazy lately. Late into the night, and into early morning hours with just me and my music and canvas.
I realized that the more I paint, the better I become. Because the process of painting is actually practicing.
This made me think about other arts that I have had to practice. Though certain things like knitting and crocheting and lettering come easy to me now, I certainly did have to practice. I recently met with lettering artist Barbara Close who is an amazing calligrapher. The first calligraphy teacher I ever had, actually. She reminded me how to become good, you need to practice calligraphy.
And what is practice? Largely, it's about time.

Time.
I don't underestimate the fact that I am fortunate to have it. Not that I have huge amounts of it, mind you, but I was thinking of the olden days, when painters had to struggle to buy coal or chop wood to burn and keep their rooms warm so that they wouldn't freeze to death. And then the struggle to acquire paint, and paintbrushes, and substrates, and the space and of course the time. Time to paint.
For me, though it's still a challenge to juggle everything, I have it pretty good. I have access to paint whenever I want it. It's just 3.7 miles from where I live. I have a house with central heating and central air. It keeps me at just the right comfort level. I have iTunes, Pandora, and space where I can blast it. And I have a family who (although kind of look at me funny these days because they know I've become obsessed) they give me space. And best of all, they give me feedback about my paintings. True love.

Tortoises are what have been coming out of me as of late. You may remember this post I did about my thoughts regarding tortoises. They are beautiful creatures. They keep going. They aren't afraid to practice, I think ... and to collect a lifetime of steps that lead to a destination unimagined.
