This week, I decided to totally abandon my comfort zone. Instead of a digital image, I played with watercolors. I tried my best to ignore my inner critic. It said, "You don't know how to paint." I felt like a child again, which is a good thing and a bad thing. It's good because tapping into my inner child is healthy, in my opinion. It's bad because my adult self doesn't want to make art that looks like a third grader made it. I have friends who are awesome painters. My ego just wants me to pick up a brush and paint like them.
I believe that art journals are works in progress. You can't get them wrong, no matter what. They're captured moments, visual translations of thoughts, often spontaneous journeys into unfamiliar territory. I will definitely play with watercolors again. And if my art looks like a child made it, I guess I can thank Little Lou Anne. Apparently she lives inside this body too! You'll probably see more of her in the future.