Unfailing, colored pencil
Yesterday I picked up my watercolor brushes for the first time in two weeks. The minute I touched my brush to my palette I had this feeling of comfort and familiarity. It was strange, but nice too. I don't think I realize how much a part of me painting really is. It's such an unconscious thing for me now, half the time I don't even realize how or what I'm doing until I'm done. I get lost in the flow (well, when things are going right:) of creating something. Which is very cool.
I was looking for something to paint last night and I found these two pieces that I started a long time ago (long as in a year or two ago, I forget). I have a drawing ready on my watercolor paper but I hadn't stretched it yet, so I wouldn't be able to paint that until it dried, which wasn't until this morning. Sometimes I'm not so good at planning ahead :)
I don't know why sometimes I stop and start on a painting and then other times I see it right through to the end. It's something that I wonder about a lot. Why is it sometimes so hard to feel inspired? We're creative people, we have skills and talent, and we know we can do it because we've done it before, maybe it was even easy. But sometimes the muse goes on vacation and we're left to our own devices, which is usually not all that inspiring. But that will be a post for tomorrow, I'll be quiet now.
I haven't touched my colored pencils (other than for sketching) in a long time either, but looking at this horse I think I might pick them up again. Maybe that's what I'll work on today, maybe that's just the thing I need to feel inspired again, something different. Don't you think? I'll let you know how it goes :)