Shortly after returning home from our second failed adoption attempt this year, and while I was deep in the hard work of grief and missing more than a few buttons, I signed up for a watercolor illustration class. I certainly didn’t feel like painting (or creating anything for that matter), but I knew I needed something–something to look forward to, something that would make me get out of bed and at least pretend to be living life again. Because sometimes the way you get through a tough time is by faking it and you keep on faking it until one day you find you’re not faking it anymore. So I signed up for Danielle Donaldson‘s online class, Creative Girl: Storybooks and Studious Girls. It was offered through Jeanne Oliver’s Creative Network.
So class started. I dragged my butt out of bed and showed up (mostly because I’ll be damned if I’ll throw away good money). I won’t say it changed my life or anything, but it was a step in the right direction, and it was a lot of fun. Here’s what happened:
Okay, you can laugh, but quietly.
First I doodled some bottoms.
Then I doodled some tops and heads.
I put the pieces together.
And added some color.
Voila! A character was born.
I think she is my favorite.
This was my first time (since kindergarten) playing with watercolor and it was really fun. It behaves so differently from acrylic. I like how imprecise it is. I found that when I stopped trying to control the paint so much and allowed it to get really wet and messy, things started to look a whole lot better. And (surprise, surprise) I felt a whole lot better too. I am always amazed at how healing creating can be. And then I’m amazed that I’m amazed, because it happens. Every. Single. Time.
So go forth, my fellow creatives.
And get messy!