I used to paint.. when I say that it sounds like I painted a little but that is not the truth, I painted a lot in my early 20’s.. I sold my artwork in local gallery’s in three different provinces. My painting’s brought me great joy..
I was never more creative when I was expecting my daughter Maeve.. After I lost her, I put down my brushes.. I just never picked them up again.. it just.. felt wrong.. I have opened my painting box time and time again.. I have done other things creative over the year and around painting, pottery. .its a form of painting. I have gone to a class and painted out words on a board..
But that’s not my kind of “painting”.. I like a strange form of nature/abstract blend..
I finally gifted out the last of my “keep” paintings a few years ago and I gave away my good brushes and threw out the rest of my paints and gear.. It was a put it behind me.. let it go..
Then the other day hubby and I had a date night and afterwards I said I want to browse at Walmart.. and when I got to the craft island.. paints and brushes and water color paper were all put in the cart.. They arrived home mid-week and things have been really busy..
This afternoon, I looked at hubby and said, I am taking a few hours.. and I set up and I painted.. O I am rusty! and those cheap brushes are “as crap as can be” but I painted.. I feel into that trance I get..
So after putting it down.. here is my first painting in 19 years..
The river run’s on