I've been working on a canvas for the past couple of weeks. It's had at least three incarnations so far. I decided to take a palette knife to it this morning. Never used a palette knife before. It was like icing a cake. I like to watch colors blend and the knife provided an interesting texture to the process.
I like watching the creative process unfold. There is always this point in the middle of every painting where a rush of panic waves through me and I think, "Oh my God! I've ruined it!" The colors don't seem to go quite right. The strokes aren't blending the way I'd hoped, and really I'm not even sure where I'm going with it all. But I take a deep breath and plod on. And at some point, things start to flow again. Sometimes it takes a number of colors and strokes and tools, not to mention a few tears, a little fist-shaking and a few choice profanities, but it all comes together in the end.
Life is like that. Being an ongoing creative process, there are always those moments in life where we try something new and we get in the middle of it and think, "Uh oh." But we breathe and we continue on and trust, that in the end, something beautiful will emerge. And inevitably, it does.