I can’t find the written words, so here they are today. I’m not brave and I’m not strong. The painting is called ‘rootless’.
Read a book, scan a magazine.Watch a screen, look into space And dream. Think nothing, contemplate everything. And fly. Read an emotion, buy amoxil for cheap scan the space Watch body language, stare at a face And tense. Prepare for battle, Prepare to run. And flee.
Sometimes you have to paint right from your heart. And from your soul. I paint as a way of helping me cope. I paint my tears and my sadness. I paint loneliness. And I paint hope. Simultaneously straightforward and yet complex. Shame strangles your voice Fear crushes your hope Courage sows the seed of(…)
I was playing around with Picmonkey, looking at what some of my art would look like if framed. This painting comes completely from my imagination. I started painting just to see what would appear. No surprise to those who know me that it involved a tree somewhere! I wonder if it would be worth framing(…)
Sometimes writing doesn’t help. Sometimes painting doesn’t help. Sometimes reading doesn’t help. Even doing the activities your therapist recommends doesn’t help. They are a distraction, yes. They offer respite, true. And there is a slight gear change from intense to dull ache. But sometimes it’s all still there. The moment you stop doing, you start(…)
I wanted to say thank you to everyone who has read, commented and been in touch to offer their support. I can’t reply individually just yet, but I hope to at some point. In the meantime, I wanted to offer you all my first watercolour painting as a way of showing my appreciation. And also(…)