After learning to be all humble, like, God does the art, not ME, my therapist thinks I should now take pride in the art. Well, I did this in about 20 minutes yesterday (black paper, it's a real time-saver), just because I had the time, and I was tired of diddling with another image, and, as usual, I was sure I would not be able to get my conception on the paper, but, lo and behold, there it is. Art is so elusive for me. I get lazy, don't want to lay a palette or drag out the boxes and boxes and boxes of stuff, it all just seems so overwhelming, and then, there's THIS. I did it to be a companion piece to my tiger, and these, I will never sell. They are to absolute epitome of the divine process. I am thinking now of doing a wolf, too. Such nobility in our wild creatures. I just want to honor their beauty, and love my own gift, the one HP gave me, and honoring it, honors Her, too.
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