I don't think of myself as a person/artist who can draw. I know I can figure out a rendering or design and I refer to that kind of mark making as a cartoon. However, drawing is something best left to my husband, a splendid portrait artist.
Funny, the things we say about ourselves.
Tonight I let myself just draw. I used my Sketchy app and my finger. Here's what happened.
I let myself draw. I played with line and color. I noticed the moments when I wished I knew what to do next, what color to use where. And, I let myself draw. I noticed the noise of judgements arise and fall away. Used to be those noises caused me to stop, to erase all efforts, all experiments. Tonight, I am leaving things be. I am expanded in who I know myself to be. Just a tiny little bit.
