Few weeks ago I run on this drawing I made more than quarter of a century ago. I painted my sister (yes, sis, that’s you!).
This drawing reminded me how persistent and committed in creating I was back then, as a child. My memory still recalls very clearly times when l was sitting with my grandfather at the kitchen table and draw. He could draw me things I wanted him to draw for hours! We were such a great art group of two :)! And for us nothing else existed!
These days I am keep bumping on word commitment. One wise guy said early this week that if you say: “I’ll try.” what’s you’re really saying is: “I am leaving my door opened for escape.” You should always say I’ll do it. And as a proof that there is no such thing as coincidence I was taught about the commitment in the first week of our painting e-course. I read an interview with Jennifer Sanchez and she spoke to me with this words: I eventually decided to take myself and painting seriously and made a commitment.
I realized I took myself seriously more when I was a child. Than I took my brushes and I fully and truly commit to my first painting assignment when we had to paint a painting inspired from Gee’s Bend. And for hours I’ve forgot the time. I was committed just like I was as a child.
P.s. I wanted to share my first assignment when I literally overheard babys cry. Is this commitment or what?