Fear and the humble sparrow

I have nothing new to share, but thought I could at least dig something up from the past, 1995 that is.  I found this buried in the rubble, of what is supposed to be my studio, but is mostly just piles, heaps, and mountains of junk (re:  untapped art supplies).  My hubby complains, and rightly so I suppose, because I have a great number of sketchbooks all with just one or two pages started.  Which brings me to my main topic, fear.  Lately I have been trying to conquer FEAR and possibly complete an entire sketchbook or finish a darn painting, but I'm finding that simply declaring myself "brave" has not shut up that pesky inner-critic.  The ideas and drawings flow effortlessly but as soon as I pick up a brush....the door SLAMS shut.  I'm not good enough.  I am trying to heed the great philosopher Dory and "Just keep swimming", but DANG its hard!  So how do you keep going?


Note:  I want to add that I drew these by looking at a fieldguide or something, I wish I could credit the source but it was 16 years ago and I don't remember