That's my artist's statement for today.
If I let the fact that I don't know what I'm doing get in my way, I wouldn't have spent the past few hours sitting on the sandy path down to the bay in a rickety rocking chair with my pastels on a milk crate beside me, applying color to paper, messing up my shirt, and expressing myself about this extraordinary place as best I can.
I had to save this view of this place, and I wanted to do it badly enough that, every time I messed up, like the time I blew the pastel dust away so hard it baptized the paper, I kept going. I figured out how to cover up my mistakes and go on. I learned, for example, that an exacto knife can double as an eraser in removing unwanted pigment from textured pastel paper.
Keep going even though you know the results might make Grandma Moses look like Albert Bierstadt. That's my artist mantra for today. If there's one insight I internalized after six years of following Julia Cameron's The Artist's Way, it would be that.