Ever have one of those days when you can't seem to color anything right?
Pat yourself on the back then, because you're perfectly normal.
We all go though periods when we have the Reverse-Midas touch.
But don't despair, there's a reason you're having a tough time with your coloring.
We call my youngest son Bear
Not because he's grumpy but because he's a big kid. My husband is 6'4" so the fact that my fourth grader is ready to play offensive tackle professionally isn't exactly a surprise. Bear is 99th percentile for height and 75th for weight, that's pediatrician speak for "man, that's one big kid".
He hits growth spurts really, really hard; since birth. He gets this gigantic belly and suddenly nothing fits. He'll walk around like the Incredible Hulk bursting out of his pants for week or so and then suddenly, BOOM. He's 2 inches taller, thin as a rail, and the same pants now need a belt and about 2 inches added to the hem.
It's a little freaky but it is nice to know that he's about to grow. Once that beer gut appears, I'd better start shopping for bigger pants or the kid'll be goin' naked next week.
Artistic growth spurts are harder to predict
At least I hope you don't grow a beer belly before you make each skill improvement.
Boy would that stink.
But there is a pretty good, tell-tale sign that you are about to make a gigantic leap in your coloring, That is, if you are smart enough to spot it and to keep pushing onward.
It's those darned Reverse-Midas days.
The days, weeks, or awful months when everything you touch goes directly from your desk to the garbage can because it simply sickens you to look at coloring that bad. Those days are threshold moments where something amazing is about to burst through.
Not being able to stand your own artwork is a sign that you're about to make a growth spurt.
But here's the problem and I especially notice this with crafters:
Many people give up right before the magic happens.
They don't stick it out long enough to reap the rewards they've earned.
They cash in their chips, chuck it all, and move on to something else.
Every crafter I've ever met does 19 different things. They quilt, they knit, they glue stuff to the back of dominoes and at somewhere in the past, they painted pottery or decorated tissue box covers or made teeny tiny birdhouses for teeny tiny birds. In some of my classes, I'd be hard pressed to name a single craft that someone there hasn't at least tried.
Yet not one of them knits or glues stuff to dominoes professionally.
And the fact that they're sitting in my art class means that they're now jumping headfirst into coloring.
Which is fine for me, but I suspect that they all had the potential to knit, quilt, or make teeny tiny birdhouses for profit. Because they're all seriously competent at crafting in general. Which means that there's abundant talent inside them. But with many crafters, it's an unfocused talent.
I think at some point the going got hard. The teeny tiny birdhouses weren't turning out as nice as envisioned. Because of that, the crafter enjoyed the process less and less. And since teeny tiny birdhouses were always supposed to be a hobby and not the craft equivalent of waterboarding, they moved on to something new and less painful. They found happiness in starting a new challenge.
Maybe they never dreamed of being a professional bird-houser but they were pretty far down the path to being awesome and yet they gave it up when the bird houses weren’t living up to expectations.
The best bird housers stick through the hard sessions because they know they're about to make a technical growth spurt.
It's all about your taste level
You know good Copic coloring when you see it, right?
You've got artists and crafters whose work you admire, you pin their projects, you follow their blogs, you subscribe to their YouTube channels.
You know good stuff.
And during those dark days, you look at your own measly project and you know it doesn't live up to your standard.
We've all been there. Antonio Salieri was a pretty damned fine musician and he lived in the shadow of Mozart. And Mozart lived in the shadow of his father.
There is always someone better than you. Always.
And the fact that you recognize this is because you have taste. You have an internal barometer, something to live up to, to strive for.
Taste pushes you upwards. It's your vision for the future.
So when you're sitting at your craft table looking at the pile of mess you just colored and hanging your head in shame, it's your taste level telling you "do a better hair color next time", "don't make the nose so dark", "boy that color palette didn't work". Even though your brain is being kinda mean to you, it's also working quietly in the background making plans for what to do differently next time.
Your taste is going to keep bappin' you upside the head until you finally make the connection between what your hand is doing and what your brain wants it to do.
Think about television detectives
Almost every crime drama has the same scene: A murderer is on the loose and it's up to our hero to solve the riddle before the killer kills again.
It's such a tired and overused trope that it's usually reduced to a montage of the detective pacing, biting pencils, and walking down a city street in the rain at 3am, all set to really tense tick-tock theme music.
It's when Sherlock Holmes pulls out his violin and starts playing mad music.
Now consider: during this hard thinking segment, does it ever look like the detective is having fun? Is he smiling broadly, waving at hot chicks and little old ladies? Is he having a grand time? Party central?
But wait- this is the detective’s passion, he’s at his best when he’s thinking. Solving crime is his life's purpose!
And yet he's not enjoying every single second of the experience?
It looks like torture.
Thinking is not glamorous in the art world either. You could play tick-tock music 2-3 days a week in my studio.
But it’s necessary.
While you're fiddling on a violin or coloring really bad noses on beautiful stamp images, your brain is making the necessary connections to save the day.
Really bad coloring is what you do with your hands while your brain is learning. It isn't fun but it's essential to the growth process.
And I get it. It's totally unfair that half your brain is solving the crime while the other half is berating you for being a complete and total idiot.
But that's part of being human.
oh, the sweet relief that comes when you finally make a break through!
When your hand finally gets it right you want to show your project to the whole world- your husband, your dog, your best friend, the garbage man. "Hey world, look at what I did!"
Your mean old brain? That’s what pushed you to this glorious point! It's the motivating factor. It beat you up for days (or months) and had you on the brink of depression in order to drag your butt over the finish line.
And now you'll have a few months of quiet, self-satisfaction until the process begins anew; when the tick-tock music starts knocking around in your noggin again...
"Dang, my coloring really stinks!"
You have to ride the cycle and push through the dark days. This is the learning process.
You will see marked improvement the morning after the storm.
But not if you quit and take up basket weaving
When you're beating yourself up the worst, when your pants don't fit anymore, when you feel like ditching it all for a hobby collecting Romanian minor league baseball cards... that's the clue that you're on the verge of upping your entire game.
Stick with it. It's coming.
The dues hurt but the prize is worth it.