I Had A DreamI often used to dream of a paintbrush in my hand.
Not to paint and decorate but create you understand. I imagined rolling meadows or birds sat in a tree, All painted with an artist's eye and that I saw as me. I bought some paper, palette too, Then what paint should I use? Should it be oils I asked myself? They come in little tubes. I settled for some watercolour, Much easier I thought That shows how much I understood. Of the skills I sought. Little did I know back then The opposite is true, With wash and lift and glaze and dab And many other phrases. My knowledge of this ancient craft Was going to take ages! With fear in heart and brush in hand And paper set before me, I poured the water, mixed the paint And sat there all at sea. What should I paint? What can I do? I did not have an answer. Perhaps a puppy, flowers, a scene? What about a dancer? Confused I sat and thought a while, then the answer hit me. Put back the paper, lid on paints. And find some inspiration. Or better still an artist class and learn from demonstration. Now I find myself an artist on the grow, With confidence to take a brush and finally 'have a go'!!! Copyright - Christine Neild. |
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