At the community centre I started her hair if only to rid myself of the overwhelming fear that it was beyond my skills. No sooner did I match colours and start to apply long streaks with my trusty rigger brush, that the fear vanished and I actually felt confident in what I was doing. It’s funny how that happens. Feeling brave now, on another good day, I finally scrounged up the courage to work on her equally intimidating leggings. What was I thinking? I must remember to ask clients to dress simply. I suppose I could have changed them to solid leggings but having a purist perfectionist streak it wasn’t an option. It turned out ok, but there’s a lot that I must fix. I am sharing the good and the bad with you in case you too have those moments when you don't feel "good enough". By seeing my fumbles, bumbles and stumbles, I hope to help banish that "voice of doom" in your head too!
More recently the skirt was darkened and played with until I was relatively happy with the overall look of shadows and highlights. But you know,... an artist is never happy!
It is coming along though and I can see that light at the end of the tunnel. No time to waster either as I have a commission to complete in time for Christmas!