She continued to say that she was not a creative individual. It is the type of man who writes once, and chuckles over it and never writes again. I have heard that but in her case she meant it to her heart. Click here for helpful resources!

She went to an ink course about alcohol quite badly by accident.

The meeting with her was not only a wrong one. It only proved her suspicions, at that. The dye was oozing too widely, the colours were conflicting and she was incessantly saying, is it supposed to be so? Yes replied but that did not hit her initially.

Alcohol ink does not permit clean control. And that is what was bad–and that is what was good.

It is founded on movement and does not attract talents. You make color, tilt the surface, leave a part of the work to the gravity and air. Initially, she attempted to be in control of everything. One could observe the manner in which she dropped the drops indecisively.

Then something shifted.

She ceased to attempt to make it right, and began responding to what was already occurring. One of the factors of a background was a colour that scattered to far and not a mistake. There was an interest in acute angle. That was not a design, but it started looking intentional.

And then it happened that she was silent.

None of the aggravated silence,–concentrated silence. The type you are inclined to be closer without knowing.

The alcohol ink training did not encumber her with theory. It was rather doing then rectifying. Minor proposals here and there. Trying to add a more serious shade. Allow it to dry then touch it. It was not a complicated job and it took me less time than anticipated when it came to instilling confidence.

She even did not ask anymore, whether it looked good as it was the second occasion.

She was choosing what to struggle at.

The fact that her work was altering at an alarming rate was the only shocking information. Neither good nor beautiful–but curious. The colors were deep, the compositions appeared to be harmonious and there was this natural movement which did not seem to be forced.

She would even start indicating details herself. That was something I was not expecting.

At some point in the process of acquiring new things, you are not imitating anymore, you must watch. She did so sooner than I had expected she would. That is assisted by the alcohol ink medium type, of which you can see the effect of each choice almost immediately.

The feedback loop tally.

Towards the end of the course she had a couple of things that she actually liked. It is not alright but I would like to retain this type of way. One of them was lying on her wall. There was no big door, she just nailed it up.

And, it did not look incongruous.

She continues to claim that she is not an artist. I suppose it is the old fashion. But now she pauses over what she is saying as though she is not so thoroughly convinced.