Even when I want to, I can’t do the same thing the same way repeatedly. So I knew when I picked up my Sumi brushes again that what came out of them would never be consistent. Still, I worked myself into a dither trying to reproduce the beautiful, clean designs in my lesson book. The more I tried to relax and focus the less I focused and relaxed.
Then my granddaughters caught me in the middle of my ink and paper mess, elbowed me out of their way and took over.
Splish, splash the brushes and ink flew over the paper.
Page after page of wondrous, free works of art appeared.
When the student is ready the teachers appear.
After a stack of demonstrations on the art of enjoying art, I reclaimed my desk and brushes.
More birdies from my fancy brush.
They came out smiling.
Then I tried bamboo again…
and threw in a couple of butterflies.
The author said she had been painting Sumi-e for over twenty years. I only have nineteen years and ten months to go!