I once showed a friend some of the water color postcards I painted while traveling. He asked me if a child painted them for me.
Yep. That was embarrassing.
Art for my eyes only?
Since then I’ve been more self-conscious about my art and rarely show people what I create. Other than doodling during meetings, my art served as a private outlet for my eyes only. If you can imagine, posting my daily art journal online for the world to see is a scary thing for me.
The bold, messy art of my children inspires me
But I am inspired by my children. They create art with abandon. Big, messy bold art. Color combinations I would never consider that turn out fantastic. Voluminous amounts of art that cannot be contained in tidy folders. They lack inhibition, and it shows in the freedom on which they approach creativity.
Take a peak inside my March 2017 art journal
So here I am. Putting pages from my March 2017 art journal out there.
I’m coming to realize that it’s not about approval. And it’s not about it being beautiful. It’s about the journey. And the journey is wonderful.
