Years ago after suffering a broken leg and being immobile for a time, I began to paint for something to help the time pass. It grew into a passion that I've tried many times to deny. I had put the paints away for many years, but always had a nagging feeling about it. Anytime I needed an artistic project, I'd deny my love for the medium, and choose something else.
I've spent the past three years remodeling an old house, and in the process have picked up paintings and other art to use in the decor of each room. One such 'find' was at the local Salvation Army. A beautiful painting of a boat on an abandoned beach. It was the best $3.75 I've ever spent. Each day when I look at it, it reminds me that beauty abounds - even in unsuspecting places and in individuals who don't 'feel' they have talent. The person who painted my boat, probably has no idea how very much I appreciate the work, that now hangs in honor of my mom in my craft room. It's orange, yellow and brown hues proclaim a beautiful image against the backdrop of new wallpaper, in a new room.
The unknown painter of the boat doesn't realize the inspiration he or she has given me, to produce something that someday will hopefully enable another to feel certain emotions, a certain calm by looking at my work. That is my hope.
I haven't priced my work just yet, as I want to get a feel for the 'market' on this and other sites, but if you see something of interest and would like to purchase it, please feel free to email me your offer.
I welcome your comments.