I walked into my apartment
today and really just wanted to crash out for a few hours, but after making
lunch and cleaning up the kitchen…I don’t know how much time I had left before
going out again. So I sat down at
my messy table, still surrounded by my paints from yesterday and I took another
piece of cardboard, filled a glass with clear water and began to paint again.
It is amazing how easy it was
just to keep creating, after all I wasn’t “ruining” a canvas I spent money on,
I was simply painting on cardboard…and I have a closet full of still more. I wonder if God thought the same thing
as he formed Adam and then Eve out of the dust…”plenty more where that came
from.” And yet like the Masterful Artist, when all is said and done…His was perfect and mine was…good.
And rather than erasing
mistakes…as my inner perfectionist is prone to do… I forced myself to creatively
make the mistakes a part of its beauty.
And my painting is worth keeping as is, on a canvas of cardboard. Even though I had a plan how I thought
it would work, adding in text and a few extra tidbits, I am leaving it as
is…and it's good.
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