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.