As of this week, I have been a painter for seven years.
On a Thursday night seven years ago, I took my brand new wooden art box, five unopened tubes of paint, set of brushes, and a few other items from the supply list and went to a class. I sat on the front row and tried really hard to do what the teacher said even if I didn't understand it... (She told me to put orange in my blue so that my sky wouldn't be garish. ?!?) At the beginning of the night she said, "Painting will make you see the world differently," and she was right.
I was never a kid who drew, a teenager who doodled, or a person with a flair for art, but I left that night with a finished painting. During the course of seven years, I've finished 294 more. I've loved the process of each one, and I've enjoyed them on my walls as they wait to be purchased for someone else's walls.
Of those 295 paintings, there are 7 that are so special that they'll always remain on my own walls.
Here it is!
That very first one!
See that third tree in the back? Yeah... that wasn't supposed to be there. I dropped my brush and a blog of paint became a new tree trunk.
"Flower Girl & Her Kitty"
My little sweetie who loved her kitties so...
And now she flies helicopters...
"In the Tree"
My other little fella...
Looked so serious...
He's as tall has his dad now.
"Beauty and the Beach"
Lovely... I'm certain that's what my son-in-law thought last year when he snapped the photo I used for this painting.
"Aspens in Autumn"
Nope, there's no emotional attachment. I just love it. It hangs above my sofa.
"Sweet Blossom the Possum"
Hee hee hee... my alter-ego.
Bruce Wayne has Batman.
Bruce Banner has The Hulk.
Clark Kent has Superman.
I have Sweet Blossom
It's a long story...