Of course the nest is a sure sign that I'm finding a groove. Did you know one of the first paintings I completed in adulthood is of a giant nest? It hangs in our home as a reminder of where I began this artsy journey. I could critique Rebecca to death....but don't want to ruin the post. I'm sure you see the akwardnesses too. It's a part of the learning and expanding my vocabulary as a painter. The awkward stage. Like butterflies in the tummy 1st date kinda stuff going on here. The fact that I'm even sharing this entire process on the blog is a vulnerable thing to do. I mean really......little birds, campers and trucks to this does seem a bit off track. But I am loving the change and the freedom to just paint.
