I finally started painting again…

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I stopped painting around the time I finished school. That’s not entirely true, but it’s pretty close. For the last two years of school (and perhaps a couple of years before that), I basically lived in the Art Room. I went to boarding school and because Art was one of my top subjects I could spend as much time in the art room as I wanted. So when I wasn’t eating or reluctantly sitting through some other subjects class, I was in the Art Room. I would go there before Breakfast some days and straight after dinner every evening until it was time to go to bed. I lived and breathed my painting and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I won the Art Prize. My Art teacher told my father that I was one of the best students he’d ever had. I had something special, he said.

Then I went to Art School. Instead of inspiring me to do more, I actually hit a wall. I just felt totally overwhelmed and couldn’t produce anything. I stopped painting and I never really got it back. Over the years I tried and failed to get back in the same frame of mind I had when I was a kid, but failed miserably and each time I failed I was more and more disillusioned. I turned to other creative ways of expressing myself. My sewing. My knitting. My Photography. All of these an attempt to capture that which I’d lost. Photography comes pretty close. I love my Photography, but it’s not quite the same as the way I felt about my painting in the past.

These past couple of days I feel like I’m travelling back in time. I feel alive. I feel inspired. I feel as though I’m finally doing what I’ve supposed to have been doing for the past twenty years of my life. I’m happy. I feel really, really relaxed and happy. I finished painting yesterday and sat back and grinned. Over the past couple of years I’ve painted some flowers which I’m pretty happy with, but nothing like what I’ve achieved this week. I’m so happy with this and just itching to start my next project! I’m thinking the boys are going to lose their playroom at the end of the summer and I’m going to get myself a studio! Sorry kids!! Haha!

Anyway, without further ado….. my first finished portrait in decades…. and the first of many more to come!

(I might do a teeny, teeny bit more work on his wrist, but other than that, I’m done)

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Kerry

Kerry

Eccentric Mother, Loving Wife. Addicted to creating all kinds of everything!

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