What is failure? Who decides?
Two-thirds of the way through, I am declaring failure of my SketchBox foray. While there could be a sudden reversal with the last two boxes, at this point I’m not holding my breath.
The original impetus for my six-month subscription was a thank you to a friend (waves Hi!). I signed myself up as well to give us an activity that we could enjoy together while separated geographically. It would, in some ineffable way, make me more artistic. I used the Sunday lettering posts as an excuse [P&P].
It started well.
Then I began to struggle. I never got this where I wanted, but at least I achieved content.
For April, I never even got that far [Wallpapering, no photos of box or attempts].
This month’s box arrived.
Watercolor didn’t sound too bad. I’d already done one. Determined to succeed, I bought extra paper and a watercolor book with inviting and clever exercises.
I have touched none of this in weeks. I make plans. I castigate myself. I make promises. I shift the pile back and forth.
Who am I kidding? One doesn’t become artistic by osmosis any more than one learns history by falling asleep on one’s textbooks.
I don’t have to. I apparently don’t “want” to [Definitions]. Why am I making myself crazy?
Thank you for reading,