Finally! I now have my own blog. I ran into it by chance while trying to send a comment to a blogger about his wonderful art work. Surprise, surprise. I was wondering how I could set one up, without letting my kids know that I was this ignorant. Thanks Google. Who am I? I am a frustated artist. Frustated because I don't do much to create art, not that I don't have the ability but, rather, because I am too critical of myself. As a result, I don't do much, that way there is nothing to criticize. This last week I forced myself to do a watercolor. I call it 'She's so lovely'. I really think she is. Incredibly so does my daughter. How did I manage? I went to a web site that is mostly Dada art and suddenly it clicked. Art doesn't have to be perfect. So, I painted Lovely to look strange, not like any girl you see in real life. Guess what?--she had me fix her portrait. She was happy with the way she looked, except the lips. She asked me to raise the tip a bit into a smile. I did and there she was. A very pretty (in her own way) happy girl. Of course, she was so cute a guy who was watching TV just had to stop and look out his window. He was smitten. Lovely didn't even notice since she was walking her cats (on a leash) and waving at friends. This is the first piece of art I have created that I truly love. So the lesson is: Find a way to be less critical of yourself and things will work out.