I had been considering taking some watercolor classes this month, but after looking at my schedule, I wasn't sure I could fit it in.
And then my Year of Plenty mentality kicked in, an I reminded myself that I have everything I need to paint right at home.
I saw some fun uses for paper towel tubes on Instagram recently. One use was to turn them into butterflies.
Watercolor painting is a loose style that helps me let go and just create. And because I'm painting for myself, and not for others, I can be free to experiment.
I've been in a funky mood this week. Nothing I can name, just a feeling...like I should be doing some unknown thing, and I am waiting. Waiting for spring? Waiting for inspiration? I'm not sure. In the meantime, I will cook and clean and read and write and create. I press on.
Do you ever feel this way?
The butterflies do not look like they were made from a paper towel tube. Wow! That is so creative (and impressive that common items can be used to create beautiful art). Your color palette is pretty, too.
ReplyDeleteYES, I feel that funky way sometimes! It started a couple years ago and I think I've identified the why behind it (for me) - boy do I NOT want to be depressing, but it's the truth - it has to do with recognizing my mortality and limited time on earth (I'm 48). The feeling stems from "Am I wasting my time doing what I am doing right now?" Time has become a precious commodity, not because I am so busy, but because I now recognize my mortality. Simply reading a book or performing a household task can make me pause and wonder, "Am I wasting my time on this? Is there something more meaningful I could be or should be doing?" That feeling can make it hard to enjoy the moment.
To combat this, I've been praising and thanking God for everything throughout my day and infusing godly purpose into what I am doing. So, if I'm walking I praise God for the weather and the exercise and His creation and the purpose is to take care of the body He created just for me. If I'm reading, I thank God for my sight, my library, and the author and I choose books more discriminately to add godly meaning.
I came to this realization when I noticed the funky feeling occurred on days where I had more leisure time It never came on when I was volunteering or doing something for my family. You are totally right about pressing on, though! "We press on towards the mark...."