Spring is a time of rebirth and reflection. We have a chance, yet again, to do it differently and with greater awareness. These days, my preference is to walk gently upon the Earth taking time to observe and be grateful for its offerings. I am always amazed by what has lead me to this place. I now delight in remembering the childlike wonderment of my youth always by water; always in the woods. White trillium was painted from a picture I took on a walk with a close friend observing the beautiful Spring holdings of the well known LongwoodGardens https://plantexplorer.longwoodgardens.org/weboi/oecgi2.exe/INET_ECM_FindPl?PLANTNAME=white+trillium&FINDPLANT.x=0&FINDPLANT.y=0 Being in such a beautiful calm place is my church; a sign that God is present in everything. I am always at peace in such surroundings. Painting comes as an extension of this and is centering and grounding.
As a child I found myself embracing all that Nature held, seeking out Jack-in-the pulpit, violets, arum, & indian smoke pipe plants of early Spring. Ferns were facinating to me unfurling with texture and color towards the dappled light of the canopy of trees. Violets of purple and white in abundance were always my first choice for picking. Dozens would be presented to my mother who would place them in a tea cup on the kitchen table. She’d express that I was the only one who ever gave her flowers. Raising three children alone was difficult. Making her smile was the least that could be done.
Artistic drive came early, spending many evenings with my mother doing paint by number oil paintings. Mom would carefully paint within the lines following number by number. As for me, going my own way mixing colors and extending outside of spaces got it start with this medium. To date, I still prefer a different path…
Cards for my mother were crafted from available card stock or construction paper but always held a emblematic red rose on the cover. She’d always say “Just give me one red rose; that’s all I want”. Love became the underlying meaning for the many hours spent drawing and perfecting that one red rose for her. Later it would translate into another medium, photography. The “One Red Rose” photograph taken by me at Longwood Gardens hung in her home till the day she died.
On April 2 I take more “gentle steps” towards being my best self at Spirit Tree Connections http://www.spirittreeconnections.com/. I am very lucky to be teaching in such a wonderful location. I love to share and still look for those gentle smiles as people begin to relax and appreciate what watercolor and art in general has to offer. It is a medium that is theraputic, gentle, playful, and exciting too. I find that my students, if only for a short time, go into themselves and find unsuspected talent and joy. The process for me is quite rewarding. My class is posted on the calendar on the site. Just click on the title for details.Please Share With Your Friends