I heard a toddler the other day copying his parents’ talking but making no sense. Blah, blah, b’blah, blah, he said. He couldn’t understand what he heard, but he copied the sounds because he just had to join in. One day it will all fall into place, imperceptibly. He will understand, and his blah blah will make sense.
Sometimes I feel that way about painting. I’m making marks and they look like marks that I’ve seen others make, but I might just be going blah b’blah blah. I can’t tell. Maybe, one day it will fall into place, make sense, but for now I just have to join in.