... but I do it anyway.
Still running with the inspiration of the AGO's Mystical Landscapes exhibit, I've made a handful of little paintings. Canvas' covered with starry nights, strange moons and fluttering birds. All my favourite things mushed up together.
I wish my hands would cooperate with the things that my mind dreams up. I wish my painting was fine and delicate.
I *wish* I was a painter in the same way I wish I was poet, or filmmaker, or writer. In a way, I think I'm still waiting to figure out what I am.
What sort of strange bird am I? Maybe I'm not a bird at all! Maybe I'm a moth or a bat!
One thing is for certain, I am not a painter.
But I do it anyway.
The 'do-ing' is the most important part of all. Do what you love. Enjoy what gives you pleasure and joy and don't allow what you are (or are not) to get in the way.