It's not always easy striking out on your own, with no one to show you the way. It seems you are walking along a star-lit path that leads into the black ink of an unknown forest where you must try to find the way to the other side.
It wasn't easy putting the first pastels to paper. It was even worse because the paper was white watercolor paper and it felt as if I had picked up a piece of colored chalk from the blackboard ledge and was trying to paint like Turner with it.
But the path continued under the black felt of the trees, and I found my way by stepping gingerly, noticing where the weeds made walking untenable, and stepping on the well-worn path with increasing firmness.
Within a reasonable amount of time, with a little guidance from the tree trunks, I made it out of the forest onto the other side.
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