January 2010....It feels so strange to write that. A new year to start new things...which, by the way I have done.Â
After my mom died in December, I was looking for a way to ease the sadness and guilt I was feeling for not being with her. One day I spotted her paint box in the back of my wardrobe and pulled it out. I left it sit for a long time before opening it and discovered that action alone was some comfort to me.
I could almost hear her say "Remember when we used to paint together?"Â It's been at least 30 years since I had picked up a brush...and I began wondering if that was what I was supposed to do now.
A few arguments with myself later...I went to a local art supply shop in town and began wandering around looking at things. There it was again...the feeling that someone was telling me "You can do this again." Hmmmmmn....I wonder.... I left there quite a bit poorer and with a heavy tote bag just full of watercolour supplies.
Since that day, little by little I'm producing paintings...with the help of some good lessons on CD. It's been very theraputic and really feels good to be doing this again. Of course I'm not showing them off...no one would at this stage...but Dave thinks I'm underestimating myself. I say it's lack of confidence. However....I'm enjoying it, and just may try to put one of two paintings on an online gallery I've found...it's free, so nothing would be lost if no one buys one. It may be good for me to see my work on line and compare it with other beginners. Who knows...I just may be a millionaire one of these days. (Yeah...and the moon is made from green cheese too!) 
I'll close for now...time to wrap up the day. I'll write again soon...take care all.
  
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