It seemed so easy. In my mind I knew what I wanted to paint. I had the actual picture right in front of me. I could visualize the vivid periwinkle color of the flower, the lush, variations of greens in the background, the taupes, greys, and sandstone of the rocks. But the shadows - the shadows fooled me. They eluded me. I became frustrated with my hand. My brain knew what I wanted to do but I couldn’t make my hand actually do it. I threw the brush down in frustration, giving up for the day, but appreciating the actual Maker of these things all the more.
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Love this, and can so relate.
Thanks for sharing.
I love that!
We planted desert willow,
we planted sweet rosemary,
we gave each stem a pillow
and sang to make them merry
to grow up in the arid soil
(that we replaced with loam);
oh, such horticulture toil
to beautify our home!
But all the effort was for nought,
though we really tried,
and mostly in the end we got
plants that went and died,
except for those that did quite great,
which free-range cattle duly ate.