Patience and finding one's voice

I'm not a patient person by nature.  Isn't knowing and accepting that half the battle?  I guess it is if I work on it, which I have.  So not being patient...normally...means that Art like anything else in my life has to have a bit of applied patience to it.  I've come along way from feeling like I would only ever draw stick figures, (therefore I would not be drawing), to actually opening myself up to art.  Its lessons of making mistakes is okay, to showing one's true feelings and heart spill on paper and canvas, to the lessons of patience and practice that it teaches.  Which brings me to finding ones "art voice". 

I've not been entirely happy with the finished piece with many things I've done with my art.  Often times I feel like I've stopped short of bringing it all together.  Making a cohesive piece of art if you will.  There are always bits and pieces  but not always the whole enchilada when I'm done with a piece.  That is until now!  I've come to the conclusion that its okay and I simply have to bring all these bits and pieces together.  Duh!   If I set down before a canvas and tell myself I'm working with acrylics, "go make something spectacular", it ain't happening.  And I often times end up not happy.  Art is suppose to be happy, right?!  So I'm finding my voice.  Sounds stupid, but I'm allowing myself to take all the independent pieces of art that I've done and like and bringing them together to make new art.  And I'm finding is my true art voice and happy place.  Woohoo!!

Moral of the story.....be patient in all things!   Happy Friday!!