This past week I started the 100 day project once again. I have a pretty good history with this undertaking: participating often, making lots of art. I don’t think I’ve successfully finished a year since, 2022? (By “successful” I mean completing all 100 days.) I need to check the archives. When the start of the project came around this year I started getting emails in my inbox, and I just couldn’t resist giving it another go. I told myself I didn’t have time, but that of course isn’t true. I have time for something.
So, I started. I went around and around about what I wanted to do, what exactly I hoped to accomplish. The emails about the project are helpful, and if I remember correctly, they advise that you can look to practice (learn a or perfect a skill), produce (create a body of work), or play (just like it sounds, play!). I leaned into the play idea, and decided that for 100 days I will simply put watercolor on paper, and make a collection of watercolor swatches. This is probably the simplest project I’ve ever taken on. If I were to equate this to fruit on a tree, it would be dangling so low, practically touching the ground. A tiny 1.5x1.5 inch piece of paper, my trusty watercolor palette. Simple and easy.
My studies have pushed my art to the very back burner, and while it is necessary, it sure doesn’t feel good. I’m convinced I’m at my best when I’m in the middle of a personal art project. Something I’m working on, thinking about, pushing towards. Right now my masters degree is on about three of the four burners available. (Laundry is honestly taking up that fourth burner-ha!) But how can I be an art therapist without the art? I need it. So, I’m making a tiny bit of time for tiny bits of art. Even though it is the lowest fruit I can possibly go for at the moment, it is fruit all the same.
Here’s to paint.
