The Daily Art Logs
Notes from a daily creative practice.

Lately, Iāve noticed a pattern in myself.
When Iām working on a painting and I hit that ugh moment ā you know the one ā where Iām not sure what to do next, where everything feels stuck or off or just⦠meh⦠I get the sudden urge to do something that feels productive but isnāt actually the thing I need to do.
I start browsing art courses.
Not the ones I already have. Oh no. I mean new ones. Beautifully filmed courses.
Courses about subjects I love (hello, flowers! šø).
Courses that promise loose brushwork, color joy, expressive freedom ā you know the ones.
It feels like Iām investing in my practice. But if Iām honest⦠sometimes what Iām really doing is looking for a way out.

Thereās something really seductive about art classes, especially when Iām stuck:
They offer structure when I feel lost.
They promise clarity when Iām tangled in uncertainty.
They feel like a step toward my goals ā but sometimes theyāre actually a way of stepping around the discomfort of simply facing my work.
Buying a class feels good. It feels hopeful. Itās forward momentum. But Iāve started asking myself:
Am I buying this to learn ā or am I buying this so I donāt have to face the work in front of me?
Thatās not an easy question. But itās an important one.

Right now, Iām in the middle of several paintings that I donāt quite know how to finish. Part of me knows the right thing to do is to pick one up, work through it, and learn something ā even if itās messy or imperfect.
But instead, I find myself hovering over the āEnrollā button on yet another art course I donāt really need.
Why? Because part of me is scared. And distracted. And maybe just looking for permission to pause ā or even quit ā under the guise of learning.
Oof.

Donāt get me wrong ā I love learning from other artists. Iām so grateful for the generosity of creatives who share their process and tools. I think well-chosen courses can be beautiful catalysts. But I want to learn how to:
Sit with the unknown.
Finish what I start, even when itās uncomfortable.
Trust that I might already know enough to move forward.
Maybe the next big step for me isnāt in someone elseās course⦠maybe itās right here, in the studio, where Iām wrestling with something real.
Courses are great. Tools are helpful. Inspiration is lovely.
But nothing replaces the messy, glorious act of just making art.
Even when Iām stuck.
Even when Iām unsure.
Even when buying something feels like a shortcut to clarity.
Because the only real clarity comes from the doing.
So today, maybe Iāll start a new painting.
Or maybe Iāll sit with the ones I already began, and just see what happens if I keep going.
And that, in itself, is enough.

š¬ Have you ever done this too ā escaped into a course when you werenāt sure how to move forward in your own work?
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