I guess writing about Taking Flight earlier today got me motivated to work some more on my "growth" piece; it had been sitting on the table, looking at me (and me looking at it) since early last week... both of us, I think, wondering what was going to become of it! I was a little afraid to paint over it (and, it turns out, justifiably afraid!) and didn't have an idea of what else might become part of the piece.
But I decided today I had to do something; I couldn't just let it sit there forever. So I got out acrylic paints, brayer, gesso, and a variety of pencils (graphite, charcoal, china) and the piece turned into this:
1) I need brayer practice. Too many colors + too much rolling = mud.
2) Damp paper towels are our friend. (See #1.)
3) My brushes stink royally.
4) Sometimes wings just turn into leaves. (We are growing, after all.)
5) It's okay to work slowly and let things develop; I can't always know what something is supposed to be... until it becomes that.
"Growth is the only evidence of life."--John Henry Newman, 1864