Offerings for the Ninth Week of Making

I met with a friend this past weekend who commented that the ladies created here over the weeks of this challenge have one thing in common. Aside from the wonky proportions of my style, she wondered at their absence of happy expressions. I explained that I'd been working so hard at shape and proportion of facial elements that any expression at all seemed incidental. Truth be told, I've  been pleased if my efforts were recognized as faces at all!

If a person wants to become accomplished at anything, she must be willing to be a beginner every day. And a person must be willing to be bad at something in order to become good at the same thing. How many skills have I chosen NOT to attempt simply because I have been unwilling to expose my ineptitude? More than I'd like to admit, certainly.

I knew a child once who would climb up his new 2-wheeled bicycle and say he knew how to ride it. I believe he thought that he was supposed to know how to do it before ever learning the skill. He'd sit on the bike, kickstand down, and insist he could ride. How many of us approach skills with this same attitude. How many of us are willing to save those ugly, ungainly first attempts? Whether the skill be riding a bike or dancing or shooting a 3-pointer or drawing?
 

 

Micron Pens

Micron pens, Derwent Inktense pencils

 

Derwent Inktense pencils, Sharpie paint pens, Micron pens

Loved this quote found on Pinterest.

Micron pens, Derwent Inktense pencils, Sharpie paint pens.

 

This one is called: SOMETIMES GOD IS SILENT

Micron pens, Derwent Inktense pencils. 

Acrylic paint brayered background, gesso, stencils,

Micron pens, Derwent Inktense pencils, markers.

Princess Be-Right-Back told me about a song by Sara Groves she thought went well with these last two ladies. She was right. You can listen to it here.

So this week's ladies are all works in progress, like we all are. Let's all dare to be beginners this week. And hold our first, tottering attempts at the new skills as precious. Because they are. And so are you.

Love you. Bunches.