On those days when I'm just not "feeling it," I paint hearts, I paint wreaths. I also draw and paint a lot of mushrooms, but since I've already mentioned my weird relationship with mushrooms, I'm sharing a few hearts today.
There is that oft spoken rule that you should only share your best work, and these heats and wreaths certainly aren't my best; but, isn't overcoming a slump, a total lack of inspiration, truly a personal best?
I have learned that it doesn't matter what I paint, as long as I paint. Something magical happens to me when I swirl a brush in watercolor. I have tried to explain it to my husband, and when I start using words like energetic and universe, it is then that I once again realize I have truly found my calling.
I love painting more than anything else in my creative world. And you know what? It loves me, too.