It strikes me that learning almost anything new is simply building slowly but surely on what you already know. On that note, I’m teaching myself to paint with oils. I’ve always wanted to, but a mixture of fear and trepidation, along with a pervasive internal negative that goes along the lines of ‘you’re not really good enough’ has always stopped me trying. Well! To put it politely, no thank you anymore, to all that.
I bought some oils. I thought about what I know. I thought about what I want to say. I opened a window (health and safety!).
It’s amazing. I love it. It seems I have been starving myself of so much for so long, and I’m now giddy every day with the possibilities.