I never venture to draw or paint trees or grass as pretty as they are on a sunny day.
Honestly, it is such a challenge for me. Something feels so monotonous about it, after all it is grass. Nonetheless, I really admire those who do and who do it so marvelously.
Since the last piece I did with the sunrise seen here, I wanted to do more nature digital paintings so, I decided to take on what challenges me and try with the green. I googled a few forest pictures to help. I used this one as my reference.
Here is the finished piece:
Practice grass and trees
The grass came out better than I thought it would. Took quite alot of time but I enjoyed doing it in the end. The tree leaves not so much. They didn’t come out how I wanted them too but I’m seeing a style I think I can develop so I don’t feel so bad.
At one point I was bored doing it, I just wanted it to be over. However, was able to suck it up and stuck it out.
All in all was good practice and practice makesyou … you know the saying.
Take on a challenge, something you usually run away from, and try at it. Even if you fail (I started over this like three times) go at it again. You might surprise yourself and learn something new. Doing this I certainly did.
Thanks for reading.
One of the fruit of the Spirt: Goodness
I guess before I could get anywhere that I want or deem successful, I’m going to have to go through the good and bad, the beautiful and ugly and the happy and sad.
Naturally not a lover of the bad, ugly or sad but they are necessary. They make us, form us, as if we are a lump of clay and they are the poundings and kneadings we need to become something. Let’s not forget the final process of being place in a kiln (a furnace) that finishes you off.
There are days however when these kneadings don’t feel good. As much as I know they are making me better, I don’t feel like they are. In fact, it feels like I can’t handle any of it. Then I begin to think and question myself.
Where am I going? Am I any good? Will I make it? Will anything ever be just okay?
Usually I’m able to push these doubts and fear aside but there are some days, rare days, that I can’t. I am simply too tired to try. Not only does this kills my inspiration but it frustrates me. Then the next day comes and I’m happy again.
I do suppose we need these days. These days to empty our collected weight and start again fresh. We are only human and life can throw some stones that hurt so much that it feels like the pain will never go away.
At the end of it all, regardless of how bad it is , it will not always be this way.
God simply does not put more on us than we could bear and we can do all things through Christ who gives us strength.
Even if I am sad and cry, He understands my pain even if I don’t understand it myself.