Lately, I find myself yearning to create physical beauty. I want to sit and paint. I want to sit and draw. I want to experience the world in a different way.
I don’t have a lot of experience, skill or time but I claim my right to create.
My experience will grow as I paint. My skill may improve or not but so be it.
Most important, I will answer the call to create that is simmering inside me.
Being a practical person, I put my “hobbies” aside until my work is done. I think it is time for a reordering of my day.
Yes, the work must be completed.
Yes, time is an issue but I know I can find slivers of time here and there where I can sketch the roses in my garden or prepare a canvas for a late afternoon session.
I thank my fellow bloggers who share their creative works. You have inspired me!
After my Husband died, I found that I lost confidence in many areas of my life. Painting and playing the piano were two of my favorite activities that fell off the radar. I sold my piano but I kept my easel, a few blank canvases, a couple of sketchbooks and some pencils. Enough to begin again.
The days are long now in the Pacific Northwest. If you are searching for me, look on the left bank of the Willamette or most likely in my backyard.
I’ll be the woman lost in painting or sketching. Look for a large shaggy dog most likely asleep at my feet.
I probably won’t hear you approach or see you wave.
You’ll know it’s me by the serenity on my face.