All the drawing, circumstances, things undone, all of it was getting to me.
I was scared.
I knew I had to paint.
My plan isn't finished yet, I told myself.
But no matter.
I had to paint.
Honestly, I was kind of scared to start painting too. What I thought I was going to do just wasn't working out in my head.
That's not a good reason not to start though.
So what did I get on the canvas (which is actually an old hollow door I covered in gesso)?
Not much, but enough.
Enough to give me a direction to go in.
Enough to know I need to take a picture of my town's favorite kid tree.
Enough to get me back on track emotionally and spiritually.
Thank you Jesus.