I have a great fear that my aspirations are to forever be mired in black and white that the beauty and fullness of colour will forever be denied to me. I like to draw and I feel that when a piece of graphite is in my hands that what ever springs forth is effortless and worthy in its effort, but I don’t feel that way towards the application of colour. I fear that outside the realm of monotone that my efforts with the full spectrum of colour are muddied at best.
I want to think it is because I don’t work fast enough or often enough in colour, but I still can’t shake the feeling that it will be something I will never grasp. This is an unfortunate thought to tarry about because I get such joy from watching the light bend through trees, looking at the sky and seeing how clouds and time of day affect the ground below. I would hate to think that the joy I feel looking at a bush will never be able to be adequately expressed through the application of colour.
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