Last year I had the pleasure of getting to create eight illustrations for an educational program pulled together by two absolutely lovely ladies. Immediate inspiration hit at our initial meeting, and I couldn’t wait to get to work. Their vision and hopes for the program hit home with my own passions and dreams.
Then so began the sketching of the pencil roughs. This might possibly be my favorite step in the process. Ah, I love the beginning of new projects when the imagination gets to take off. You start with a blank piece of paper and get to breath life to it. Such excitement in the unknown- you never quite know what the end will be…
The beginning roughs were showed and went back and forth a few times until the adjustments were made to please the clients. This is the hardest step for me. Why? I get to work on removing personal feelings from the art. To look at their comments as improvements rather than personal rejection of something I might hold dear. Once they are satisfied…
Then began the transition from black and white to color. With my handy light table, I transfer the pencil sketches to the watercolor paper. All eight were transferred before any painting began. Once I began painting, I worked with one color at a time on all of them. The goal was to keep the same color shades so they wouldn’t be too different.
And the completed creations laid out on one of my art tables.
There is joy in beginning projects, but there is also joy in completing them. The final ending of these illustrations came as I delivered the originals into the client’s hands. I can still feel the feelings of nervous-excitement that fluttered through me in the moments of delivery. Such happiness in bringing smiles to others. And the best memory of everything was the feeling of joy experienced at the warm hugs of appreciation given as I left that day.
In order to succeed, we must first believe that we can.
A month later, I got to visit one of the school’s where they were giving the final lesson to the children. What a joy to be part of that day. To be part of not just the art, but to see everything pulled together. To watch the children’s faces and memories over the lessons they were learning. I wish for a huge success to these woman as they build their program of Sprouting Together and teach more children about the joy of what grows in the garden!
There is no passion to be found playing small-
in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.