Life is BUSY. For everyone. Everyone has their own version of not enough hours in the day…no matter what your days consist of…there just is never enough time.
A few years ago…at a rather low point, when my MOM died, I sort of stumbled back into painting. It filled a space…and then some and it gave me purpose. I am self-taught , I do what I do because it makes me happy. Color makes me happy. Painting makes me very happy. Pet portraits kind of found me…and they have made me happy. Connecting to people, talking about their pets, many who have died…it makes me feel better. It makes me feel good. Painting has gotten me through losing my Dad, and Maura and Poppi. It has been my lifeboat.
I saw this tree at the beach, trimmed back to make room for the telephone poles…. I wanted to paint it…freeze it…remember how it made me smile…
I need to back away from my blog for a bit…not forever, but to recharge my battery. Paint, and live and be a Mom. Be a wife. A sister. A Friend. Be ME. Maybe even cook. It is not that the actual blogging part takes an extraordinary amount of time…but it is that I begin to live to blog and I am much too old for that. I want to be a bit more in my real life…live to find joy and create things that make people happy or annoyed…and then come back with refreshed ideas…gleaned from LIFE not pinterest and perfectly decorated rooms. I want to dig my hands back into my messes and not all the while wonder which part to photograph.
I promise that I will be back…maybe I will even put the barn door on my bathroom! Now, that will be a day worth reporting about.
Spring has Sprung and I am going to go take Charlie for a walk.