There are many ways to express ourselves, whether it be by singing, playing and instrument, writing poetry or other literary works or the work of visual artists just to name a few. There are those of us that are blessed with the voice of the lark or songbird and then there’s me. The person you don’t want to stand next to at church or be in the car with for any length of time. I love to sing, but I truly stink at it! Honestly I do. I was blessed with the song of the crow. But you know what, it doesn’t stop me because when I am singing it makes me feel good. My adult daughter says that’s all well and good, but my singing definitely doesn’t make her feel good. Can’t please everyone.
When I express myself with my artwork it also makes me feel good, it’s a different way to sing I guess. Instead of using words I am using brushstrokes to tell my story. I don’t seem to get as many complaints with my artwork and its process as opposed to my singing, so I must be doing something good.
Maybe I should sing while I paint, that could be interesting!
Till next time,