Art sometimes isn’t pretty... yesterday at about 4pm after an afternoon on a self portrait inspired by International Women’s Day this little paper lady looked like me. Then I moved an eye, tickled a nose and the likeness was gone. I wrestled with it for another two hours and then almost threw it in the bin, but for the fact I thought she might have something still to teach me. This afternoon I went back, wrestled some more and now at least have a smiling face to look upon. It’s not always about the outcome, but the journey of discovery and the discipline of rocking up that matters.
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