I'm not at all sure how it happened, but over time I've begun inhabiting the person I aspire to be (Strayed) while also being the awkward (and sometimes uncertain) person I know that I am. And, like Grant, somewhere along the way I met myself and it all felt like (and indeed became) me.
Is it like this for you as well?
Perhaps I am just describing the daily mustering of a deeply philosophical introvert. And maybe Cary Grant was also of that ilk. And maybe this "pretending" is more like just a willingness to do what I think I cannot until I actually can. But it does seem to me that each of us can ultimately become what we aspire to be if we just try it on long enough. Which means trying things on (I can see my sister nodding knowingly, having advised me for years to try things on rather than ordering online in hopes things will fit) and resisting the desire to make assumptions. Or maybe do make assumptions - that you can do this thing, that you will be successful, that you are worth the risk.
I believe in YOU, dear reader! Let's go try things on....
About the painting - watercolor underpainting on BFK Rives Printmaking Paper (which feels delicate and smooth but takes water like a champ) with acrylic, gesso and walnut ink on top. Liberal spritzing and blotting of wet paint for texture. The serendipitous red mark on her shoulder is the watercolor paint bleeding through when water was applied. Horizontal lines courtesy of blue painter's tape applied temporarily during one of the layers. I'm not a fan of taped or stapled edges on paper, so the back of this piece received a liberal coating of black gesso to add heft and keep the paper from warping while wet.