So I met a Tree with my family on New Year’s day. A hug for this beautiful giant took 6 adults and one toddler and a baby squished up against it (since the baby was in the wrap on my chest). The tree was stained with black charcoal from being a survivor of a forest fire a hundred years ago. Fresh soft green moss was growing on the dark brown bark. It stayed in my thoughts enough to make me feel drawn to doing something artistic with it so I attempted to paint it with pastel.
I started with the tree from the memory in my heart and then the little spirit joined the image. Adding the other trees was easy but the forest floor freaked me out so I stopped. I just felt like it was going to look awful as I had no idea how to do the forest floor. Tonight I thought I could get help from google with drawing forest floors. I found this: Draw-a-Forest
It sorta helped but not very much.
As well as through my search I found this amazing artist site: Marla Baggetta Studio
And then the voices of doubt and why bother came in my head. Voices that said meaner and meaner things about the image, while I worked on it. I could feel my body tensing and felt ready to stop. To just rip it up and throw it out.
But then another voice spoke up. Hey, just have fun. I might not be like Marla Baggetta or some other artist that has been working with pastels for years. This is my first attempt at doing any pastel work in atleast 10 years so take it easy. Enjoy and rub that pastel with your fingers. Stain your hands like a real artist and realize that being a real artist is learning to just play.