I’m back in flat Florida. It’s nice to have running water again. It’s nice to be sleeping in a place where I can sprawl. I’m trying to be positive, but it’s hard not to miss those gorgeous mountains and those glorious Fall colors. I’m not going to go into detail about my vacation. The last time I did that, my older daughter refused to read that week’s blog post. She had already been subjected to our vacation stories and our vacation pictures. I’m going to give her a break and talk about creativity instead.
I have something exciting to report. I did a drawing every single day while I was in North Carolina! I started with the first thing I saw when I stepped out of my car on our hillside campsite – some pokeweed berries that very nearly hit me in the face. The berries were bright green but their stems were magenta. I was using my set of twelve watercolor pencils, so there was no way I could capture those colors perfectly, but they were so startling that I had to try.
Once I had done a drawing the very first day we arrived, I started to think I might be able to do one every day. I was surrounded by breathtaking natural beauty, so I had no excuse not to try. The next two days I chose wildflowers that were growing on the hillside and I was reasonably happy with those drawings.
Then I tried something different: a pair of work gloves lying across some cut firewood. This was so much more difficult than the little bits of flora I had done the first three days, I wanted to give up in the middle of it. The perspective was all wrong; the gravity wasn’t working…my inner critic was going on and on about how horrible this little drawing was.
I’ve tried doing a drawing a day before. Then I would reach a point like this and my inner critic would start telling me that I had no talent and it was never going to get any better and I might as well give up. Every other time, that was exactly what I did. Not this time. I did go back to flora. I chose a small, pretty leaf in colors that were readily available in my tin, but I kept going. One more day, one more drawing, no quitting. Go me!
The following day was our day to visit an orchard, so that day I drew an apple. I like this one a lot. Smooth, round fruits are easy.
Maybe too easy. The next day I had the nerve to think I might be able to draw a doughnut. My tin had no browns except dark umber, but I did not let that discourage me. I had no idea that all the nooks and crannies of a doughnut make it an entire world on your plate – a world you must draw before you can eat.
My inner critic got loud again that day, so the next day, I went back to flora.
One more Autumn leaf makes eight drawings to add to my list of fifty things. Actually, nine. I had drawn a couple of peppers before I left home.
I forgot to date the drawing, so I’m not sure when I drew it, but it was definitely during my sixtieth year, so it counts.