I always wished I was a painter. I love bright colors. I love the sense of play in creating art.
Unfortunately, I have a hard time achieving that “sense of play” when I’m creating something visual. I look at it and notice every line that’s uneven. I can’t “see the forest for the trees.” The total picture might be pleasing, even if it’s not perfect; but that’s not good enough.
This picture makes me so happy. It’s not perfect, but it’s pleasing. I can’t help but smile just looking at it. There’s so much brightness and color in it, but the lettering isn’t even. I could do this. I really could. But I talk myself out of it every time I sit down with colors and paper.
Who cares if it’s not perfect? Why do I care?
Coloring is a new kind of visual meditation technique. Maybe this kind of thing could be too. You don’t have to color within the lines. It doesn’t have to be perfect. It just has to BE.
Playing on paper sounds like so much fun. Maybe I should consider myself in an unsupervised kindergarten and spend some time doing just that–playing on paper.
Gather your courage and join me doing something like this for fun!
Finding Our Voices Together 