So, I finished my first painting today.
One day I'm sure I'll appreciate my work.
For right now, I struggle to not criticize the hell out of it.
At least today I was able to embrace "there are no mistakes."
A painting is a painting is a painting and what I create is perfect.
(I'll just keep telling myself that -- over and over.)

My paint class goals:

how to use each brush
how to mix paint colors
how to get different consistencies/textures from my paint
how to start a painting
how to reach inside of me to find what needs to be painted
how to know when a painting is done


and in the end, I hope to find a bit more of myself amidst all the colors and canvas

Stay Gold

"Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay."

Robert Frost


I want gold to stay.
Believing that gold goes away is the saddest thing.
Surely some gold stays, doesn't it?
What would be the point of being here?
So while the poem is thought-provoking and lovely -- it's only words.
We need to make our own gold stay -- at least as much as we can.

Be your own gold.