I incarnated with a deep desire to appreciate Art, particularly painting.
I love rich texture, that reaches out and can touch you in the heart. It reaches into you and
penetrates your soul.
As a child as school, I would sit zone out of the lesson and just draw or rather doodle with my pens. I remember acknowledging myself on what a masterpiece I had created. I would, site breathe and admire my creation and self-expression.
One day as I was admiring my Masterpiece still doodling, my teacher, completely unaware to my conscious kept up am smack my hand with a rule. The rage in me erupted. I suppress it as she told me “Stop wasting your time drawing that rubbish!!!!”. Her words penetrated deeply, I contracted and thought creating my Art was wrong. It ceased
immediately. I stopped. I suppressed it. I buried it, deep, deep down. However, the love, connection and appreciation of never stopped. It simmered away. Secretly I still loved it.
Then at the 47, one night, it arose in me again. I was finishing painting my house, which was getting ready for sale. I knew and sense, no words just an intuition I MUST paint. I went and brought a canvas, some paints and had left over paint from my house.
Honestly I had no idea what I was doing….I told the voices in my head to shut up and I painted. I just painted….No technique just deep desire to express and so I did…
Here is my first painting.
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