Art in various forms: a return.
And now, for a more personal post.
I haven’t touched watercolors since high school. I took a course in oils in college, and I’ve been using pencil and ink on and off over the years. But watercolors had been my media of choice back in the day…
You see, I used to draw and paint almost every day. When I started to prepare for college and then actually go to college, my desire to create visual arts waned. I hardly made anything. I felt so out of place at my university–I was one of the few students there who had attended a large California public high school whereas many of my classmates had attended East Coast private college prep schools–that I wasn’t inspired to draw or paint. I felt dry. I felt dry for a very, very long time. My inner critic had my inner artist by the throat and choked nearly every idea I had before it even had a chance to make it out on paper.
After I moved to Columbia, I decided that it was time for the critic to go away. I wanted a space in which I could create without judgement, a little creative sanctuary. I set up my drafting table in my bedroom, under a window as it used to be in my high school room. I bought a swingarm lamp with a clamp that attaches to the edge of the table so I can work late into the night if I so want. I stopped in at a newly opened art store here in Columbia, S & S Art Supply, and bought a set of fine-line rendering pens, because I love detail work.
Yesterday, I treated myself to a set of tiny water colors and a pack of nice synthetic hair brushes.
For the first time in a while, my inner artist is very happy.
And since this blog is about making myself say and express things that I find a little scary to share, I’ve posted photos of my recent art.