Try as I might, I cannot paint a willow tree branch to match the example created by my Chinese Painting instructor. Her lines are more like music. Each line starts and stops with a controlled spontaneity. Mine sputter and today while painting a branch the thickness of the line wavered and altered course. Perhaps one needs to simply practice branches over and over until the smoothness of the line , the careful putting down of the brush and lifting, becomes automatic. Practice. The discipline of practice is arduous. And yet nothing is gained unless there is practice—grooving a golf swing, throwing a ball through a hoop, Chinese brush painting.
Then there is the task of adding the willow tree's hanging leaves—mine look like candy canes or umbrellas.
Ah—discipline and practice.