Motivation and the Ease of Not Trying

Once again, it’s been a long time. I’ve got no excuses, just the hope that I’ll get better at updating this page and increasing my art output.

I painted this watercolor picture about 8 months ago, and have recently been working hard on getting into painting Windstones again. It’s been refreshing and nice to concentrate on something productive after a year of being relatively unproductive.

Motivation is always the killer, and the most substantial wall blocking me from improving on my art. This last year has been probably one of the biggest motivation killers I’ve ever had.

My goal this year is simple. I need to practice more, plan less. I get hung up on things not being “perfect”, even though nothing ever is, and I let those hang-ups help kill my motivation because it’s just easier not to try. Watching TV is easier. Playing games is easier. If I want to improve I need to learn to motivate myself, even if it is manufactured.

Because in the long run, I love to make art. Looking back at old pieces – as flawed as they can be, and as imperfect as they are – lifts me up. I get a boost of serotonin just from seeing even the smallest improvements. Imagine how it would feel to improve in a major way! It must be achieved in small steps – ones that I may not even notice until I look back.

How do you motivate yourself to achieve things?

Windstone “Paint Your Owns”

If you are not familiar with the works of Melody Pena, I beg of you to go take a look at the website Windstone Editions. But before you do that, let me tell you a story.

When I was much younger (I imagine I was 9 or 10 at the time) my mother would sometimes bring me shopping with her to a very special shopping center in my home town of Keene, New Hampshire.  It wasn’t your average run of the mill shopping center because it was housed in a large brick building that was once an old textile mill.  It was the best place to shop for books, unique gifts and handmade candies.  Best of all, there was a store on the top level near the antique shop that was half toystore, half artisan gift shop.

To my mom, that meant that half of the store was OK for me to walk around mostly unsupervised in, and half was a “do not touch” zone.  It was in this forbidden area that I saw my first Windstone dragon.  It was a family of dragons actually, sitting in the window of the shop and staring out at me with beautiful glass eyes and a pearl-like finish on their delicate scales.  Although I didn’t touch them, I did take home a pamphlet of the other things that the mysterious”M Pena” had sculpted.  I can’t recall if the pamphlet had prices in it, but I do remember sitting at home with it and staring at the dragons and kirins inside and hoping that one day I could afford one.

Cut to about 20 years later, and I was having a moment of memory, thinking about those statues that I saw in my youth, and surprising myself that I actually could recall the name of the artist.  I typed in “M Pena” on my browser, found Windstone Editions, and the rest is history.

My first Windstone was a dragon, but not the type I saw in the window when I was a child.  It was a Paint Your Own dragon.

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I called it “Gilded Sky” and it is fairly well loaded with paint, to the point that I can see the lots of the brushstrokes on it in the image above.  Still, it came out pretty good for my first try and stoked my loved for painting the sculptures.

For the next few years I would end up painting dozens of these, most often dragons, but sometimes griffins or kirins or unicorns.  To this day, I am still not caught up on commissions and more inquiries continue to roll in.  It’s a wonderful thing and I am blessed to have found that community.

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