My brother and sister-in-law gave me a most awesome Christmas present: a sketchbook and artist pens!
So tonight when I found myself with a few spare minutes…I stared at it.
The word “SKETCH” looks funny if you stare at it long enough.
Do I really deserve a sketchbook? I can’t draw!
Oh, shut up and open it!
I certainly don’t feel “fine.” I feel “frightened.”
And glaring back is an empty page.
With writing, I know that often the biggest struggle is to begin. Sometimes it helps to just dive in and get a few words on the page, regardless of what they say.
Maybe the same goes for sketching?
Okay, so here’s my hand.
I know! An oath. Here goes…
I, Dana Church, do solemnly swear, that I will be gentle with myself and be patient with myself and kind to myself, as I embark on this somewhat intimidating journey that is a SKETCHBOOK. I solemnly swear I will tell my inner critic to SHUT UP and I will sketch with abandon, knowing that anything I put on the page does NOT need to be perfect, that anything I put on the page is worthy and good enough in its own right, and recognize that artists are not artists unless they take a LEAP and MAKE ART. Which can be anything from the heart.
I did it! I started my sketchbook.
And so the journey begins…