As you already know (if you have been reading my posts), I have had a love for horses ever since I was a small child. I was the typical little girl. My room was covered with pictures of horses and my shelves were full of model horse toys. There were books from fabled stories to general horse care on my floor. There was horse stuff everywhere.
When I was about five years old, give or take a year, I got into drawing. But what I wanted to draw the most wasn't the perfect sky or person. I wanted to draw a horse. I could not draw one. But I knew someone who could. My dad.
So, I grabbed my notebook and pencil and went to the living room in search of him. I found him sitting in his reclining chair. Unfortunately, he was on the phone. But this didn't keep me from at least asking. So I did. I asked. But as figured, I would have to wait.
Waiting. Waiting as a five-year-old isn't easy. Well, waiting probably is not any easier now as it was then. But I did. I waited. Eventually, I grew tired of waiting. Patience is a virtue. But I was five. I was not the most patient person in the world.
So, I took my notebook back to my room, shut the door, sat down on the floor and drew. Rather more accurately, I attempted to draw. My first horse was not my best. It was an unrecognizable, squiggly line. Barely a horse. But I kept trying. Kept working on it.
If there is one virtue I wish I had more now was perseverance. That is something I had as a child. I kept going. I did not give up. I kept drawing. Eventually, horses were the only thing I knew how to draw well. And I just got better. As with most things in life, you get better with practice. And now art is my chosen profession. I wouldn't say it's an easy one. But if there is anything I can learn even from what I just wrote, it would be: keep going. Persevere.
*The above photo is my own. That is a drawing I finished in more recent years.