Trying Something New

PaintShop Pro X:
Dunno how long
Quite surprised myself, when it came to journaling about it (which is what I sometimes do just to note the memory of it) this was what I wrote:

God must be smirking.

Believe it or not, this is the first time I have ever attempted to paint digitally...or seriously for that matter. And I have to say...I'm still dumbfounded. No, not in the vain sense... I am not in awe of my awesomeness---I am literally shocked I was able to do this. At all.
You see, I always professed to be an art dabbler, a doodler an art appreciatist...but NEVER an artist. Those were people with skills that far exceeded mine. I envied them, aspired to be them, but always gave up in the process.
I knew you had to have patience to make something amazing. Awesome art doesn't just go SPLAT in 5 minutes or less and magically manifest itself to a masterpiece. As much as I wanted to think otherwise, I knew those things took time, effort, persistance and the will to learn from your mistakes and try to creatively fix them. All of which, did not fit with my personality. In the words of Inigo Mantoya.... “I hate waiting.” (See link) [link]
For me, I doodle to get the creatively fun juices out—to divert my imagination onto a medium but all without taking myself seriously. I'm a scribbler, a scrabbler, and a scrapper. It's especially ironic because I am a Graphics Design major (which is basically an ART degree). Not because I fancied myself good at art, but I understood the programs (i.e. Photoshop, Illustrator) and knew how to work them fairly well (from all the tutorials and walkthroughs I envied). After all, careers are about doing something you actually know how to do. I mean, you don't have a purely fine arts person, with no background in mathematics or familiarity to it, decide to be a Calculus professor. And even though I never considered myself an artist, I at least knew I was quite familiar with art.
So with this...I can't even say what happened.After a long day I found myself unable to get right to sleep, so I perused deviant Art a bit and envied all the awesomesauce art, dreaming of doing something like this or that but then getting right back to reality remembering all my stick figures and doodles. Nope. I certainly can't do this. Just a play-dough cookie. May look like an art, dress bohemian, fancy artsy things but I don't have the skills to boot.
Here's the thing, though, if we are God's workmanship, God's artpiece—so to speak, I don't think he fancies us when we diss ourselves as if to say he must have did something wrong in making us. Anyway, long story short I learned my lesson. I literally started out with a mess-destined-to-be-scrapped-forever document, but I found myself unconsciously adding one little detail here, one idea there, and before I knew it there was something I actually didn't detest. First thing I thought was—where did THAT come from?!
And God, almost as if elbowing me, made me realize THAT came from me.
I'll try not to preacherize , but I learned it's not our place to limit God to big things, but that he places importance on the small I-can't-believe-this-actually-matters things, like arting. He works in funny ways like that.