This time, I can feel the pressures mounting on both sides. I have been given a stack of papers, each the size of a daily painting (roughly 6X6). Just looking at them has me itching to feel charcoal on my fingers and revel in the smell of oil paints and turpentine. So while I am certain that my Thinker and Happy Cricket would only tolerate so much of my attention being brought to this new direction, I am going to try and stretch myself with a challenge:
For the hour of time every afternoon known as quiet time, or possibly an hour in the evening as well, I will set the timer, turn on MY music, and allow myself to sketch on one of these pages. The goal - to get myself and the others dependent upon me in the habit of my creating art and updating this blog on a daily basis.
Can I make it? I think I can, I think I can, I think I can . . . . . .