I’m avoiding the doing.
You know, the actual art part of the artist gig.
Designs, digital drafts and a whole host of “buddy” pieces are complete and just waiting for brush, paint, needle and thread.
But I’m a coward…
And a perfectionist…
But, really, just a big, funny-looking chicken too busy clucking to “art.”
Yep, the prospect of another failure is freaking this chick out.
Tomorrow, however, the feathers come off!
No more pecking in the dirt. I am painting!
If there’s an occasional cluck, I won’t tell if you won’t.