Yes, colour matters

 

In the world of painting that is. Like a photograph if it makes the viewer feel something then it is successful. These colours grabbed me and the paintings calmed me. Which I needed. 

I'm not a 'professional' painter and I am well aware of my 'mistakes'  but overall I am satisfied with them. After painting hubby's one I needed something slow and calming.  

How I wish I could walk into these paintings and stay a while, just to visit and allow them to sooth. I want to follow her through that archway to see what's on the other side. I want to hold my hand out and invite the little bird to share his song with me and I want to cross the bridge and sit in the wee church. 

I want to find my peace again and I can't but at least I find it for a little while when I paint. 
  

This, that and the other thing.

 

When I get my stubborn on you won't win. Truth be told this trips my anxiety to a solid 9 but I WILL win this war. This is hubby's 'job' and I'll fill the closet up to the rafters before I do anything. And even then I'll not give in. pfffhhhhtt 

A salute to all farmers out there and full respect. Which they don't get enough of already. And can someone do a rain dance? They are in desperate need of some. 

When you watch your Tin Lizzy being towed away only to get a bill of 245$ ( 85$ of that for an oil change ) for them to run diagnostics and change the battery on one's key fob. Which, by the way, I had told them I ALREADY had put a bloody new battery in it. We are all at technology's mercy nowadays. Give me a good old fashioned ignition that starts with a KEY sigh

It's not often my husband asks me to paint him something. I can tell you his taste in art is different to mine but there is a story behind this one and I get why he's drawn to it. I'm pleased at the outcome of this piece and happier still he really really liked the result. When I paint or do photography for those close to me I get nervous such is my want of perfection for them. Uncomfortable feeling because I'm not a perfectionist in the least.  

Well well it's been a minute, ya?

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Okay Honey pick your chin off the floor.. Yeah I vanished and took my blog with me ( like 8 yrs ago but who's counting ) aaaand looky here I'm back alright! ( push over Backstreet Boys. .that song will now live rent free in your head ALL day ) 

Yup back and umm a wee bit older. Not necessarily wiser, not necessarily more judgy. ( okay okay maybe just a bit ) Just less willing to take B.S . Life kinda threw me lemons but not only did I make lemonade I threw in Vodka to make it go down smoother 😎 Cause that's how I roll. 

Seriously though, writing is cathartic for me and although I've kept it up ( barely ) through small posts on FB, it's just not the same as here. I don't twitter, tried it and couldn't keep it up. I did enjoy Instagram for my photography but Covid put the kibosh on that. That's something I REALLY need to pick up again. Like writing, photography was/is my happy place. 

I did some research and apparently Blogger has fallen somewhat in popularity but it's still 'home' to me and loyal to the end I am. This is my 'known' and where my comfort level lays. Okay let's call a spade a spade, I'm not interested in other blogging sites, I don't have in time of day or inclination to learn the mechanisms and nuances of those new sites. 
No it won't get me more viewers or will I gain popularity but if you know me in RL you know this isn't what I am after. 
I just want to put into words what I am going through, the good the bad and the ugly. It's how I process when I simply can't do it mentally or emotionally. It's not always going to be 'heavy' that just weighs too much. It'll be a bit about this that and the other thing. 

So jump in buckle up and let's go for a ride together. We'll see where we end up. (mind you with the price of gas these days we ain't going far sheesh! ) 

After all life's too short for bad wine.