It is safe to say that the past seven days have been some I shall never forget, probably for those of us in the UK none of us will forget them, put I am not talking about anything to do with politics I mean on a personal level.
I live in a little bubble here in beautiful Devon and I have said before that it informs my work, a walk up my lane with the hedgerows brimming with life, bees buzzing, and floral displays that could challenge for a gold medal at Chelsea. I also have a such a great following that the feedback I get from everyone on Facebook and Twitter is so positive I love to post my work and make connections all over the place.But I have no idea if what I do is artistically any good and I have been pondering as well as to whether that matters or not? I go with the flow and paint what 'feels' right so to get a piece exhibited in London was a big deal.
Travelling down to London from Devon was exciting, I spent the day at the National Gallery and the Portrait Gallery soaking in some inspiring and amazing art. Then the preview at the Mall Galleries and I was truly overwhelmed by the wildlife art I saw. To be a part of that was an honour, we journeyed back buzzing and excited, what a day!
But by Tuesday morning I have to admit I felt a bit deflated, what was I doing? All that wonderful art in one day had suddenly made me doubt my own ability. "My little watercolours What did I think I was doing ?"
Thankfully that feeling didn't last too long, and gradually new ideas are starting to germinate.Now all I want to do is paint and experiment and hopefully enter again next year with something maybe bigger in scale and pushing watercolours a bit further.
I have realised that if I don't test myself I may never venture from my rural idyl ...and I may not have more new and exciting adventures, wish me luck .