Wednesday, October 27, 2010
It has taken me a few days to feel up to getting out to the studio. I have been sick with some kind of energy-zapping, voice-robbing, coughing bug but I am starting to feel a little better today.
Practicing brushstrokes and discovering how to use my brushes to make diverse marks reminds me so much of practicing scales and feeling my way to making music. Never mindless work for me, scales were a chance to push myself to do something new every time, to see how creative I could be within the framework of major, minor, chromatic, and blues or jazz scales.
I tried to remember all of the techniques of brushwork Thomas demonstrated last Friday. How to load the brush and pull the paint off of it, watching for the lift and the pressure I put on the brush during the lift. How to push paint around. How to wipe it off with finger or paper towel. How to knock it down with brush or finger or knife. It was great to play and experiment and then wipe it all away when I was done. I hope to feel up to more practice tomorrow.
I was thinking today about how practice always calmed me. I never believed that I had TALENT (with piano or art or anything else, really). But I always believed that with practice I could become competent at whatever interested me. Practice is putting in my time to wrap my mind, my muscles, my soul into the journey of discovery and play that is part of competence.
So it was with piano. And so it is with art.
Now, golf ... that's a different story for another day!