Baby steps can sometimes seem like a penance that we have to pay, a necessary discipline in getting from A to B. Yes, forward progress but slow going with these little tiny steps. It seems to take forever to get where we are going. Where's the leaps and bounds?
So what if we shake this concept? What if we re-frame baby steps as dance steps in life's conga line? A place where we can shake and move our bodies to the beat of the music, dance all night and have fun following the line and where it leads.
Conga lines are fun. They are fueled with joy and music and yes, little steps in rhythm to the beat. There are whoops and hollers, bodies swaying and lots of color and awesome music.
What if we view baby steps in this way rather than as... well, baby steps.
I haven't done a portrait for a while and was wanting to give it a try with my new painting technique. Here's the first run at it. For some reason when it comes to faces I have trouble with adding drama. I get all worried and fearful of dark darks and light lights. I stall and always back pedal to some medium ground. Yet, I so admire the high drama portraits like those of Jeff Schaller
I don't know what I am looking for in this regard to make it more like hot chili peppers rather than plain white rice. But, I'm taking another run at this same girl and am currently working on another version of this portrait- which I am trying really hard to be brave and add drama. She's not ready to show yet but I feel I am making progress toward some unknown goal of - "the perfect style". baby steps in the right direction - or perhaps fun hip hop, conga steps that lead to some big drama, changes, and abandon to the wind and courage in creativity. Hmmmmm.. do you hear the music? do you sense a hand reaching out for you join in? I do. I'm up and I'm in the conga line dancing my baby steps and having fun as I follow where ever this line leads me.
Thoughts and prayers for those that have been affected by Sandy.