Picking up that brush again…

After Mum passed away last year, I stopped painting. I just didnโ€™t feel like it. Iโ€™d cry or Iโ€™d make some excuse at needing to keep the studio clean.

Then, around mid-April, I started to paint again but with watercolours, yet I still wasnโ€™t in it wholeheartedly. A very dear friend from Canada commissioned me to do a painting for her and I started painting again. When alone in the studio, Iโ€™d weep, get angry that Mum was taken away too soon, and do a shoddy job.

This has been going on for a few weeks now but since last week, I decided to finish off the projects Iโ€™d started on. Half-painted and abandoned, the canvases were just collecting dust.

One of my lovely students was in class and she had quite a bit of paint left over in her palette. She insisted I start off my painting that had been standing on the easel for months and I did. I havenโ€™t stopped painting since then. I churn out at least one painting a day, even if itโ€™s a quick watercolour painting, and in the process Iโ€™m reminded yet again that indulging in art is the most therapeutic thing for me to do.

I donโ€™t paint to compete with anyone or to show anyone whether Iโ€™m doing it well or not. Iโ€™m not a trained artist. I just paint because it brings me peace and happiness.

This month is just a week old, but I must say that the work Iโ€™ve done this week was painted with love and not anger.

I miss you, Mum. ๐Ÿ’ž


2 thoughts on “Picking up that brush again…

  1. Lovely. Creative art in any form is a great healer. You have a beautiful gift. Use it to create more beauty. Your Mum will be so proud of you wherever she is. God Bless.


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