Presenting... my first little doodle...

...Well it's been a tough road kids.

Slaving for hours over my canvas and palate - staring at the results of my tiresome labour while sucking down entire punnets of strawberries and fruit smoothies in my sunroom.

But against all odds such as these, here it is!

The easel - which I think is even more beautiful, and more a work of art than the painting - was made for me, by my darling husband. My Jamie.

A gift for my birthday - and a response to me whining about the inconvenience of having to bend over the table in order to create this masterful, nonsensical doodle!

But, with all this said and done, I did promise you I would finish my very first oil painting by my birthday, and I did. It was completed on Sunday (the day before), and it is called -

The Dream

{Abstract} interpretation of the whirling thoughts
feelings one encounters throughout sleep...
Whites, soft blues representing falling into - light sleep,
while deeper darker, more layered colours
express the twists and turns,
hopes fears and tumblings of heavy slumber.

I feel I've made a start on a study, and a hobby, which so far I have very much enjoyed. A new way to express myself, and a sort of coming full circle from high school Art class... And such is with every new adventure - more depth of thought and Holy Spirit, I have sought, and found.

- Anxious, nervous, nevertheless eager, for your thoughts...

Shell xx

Paint on the paper...

...and most deliciously on my palette too it seems!

Though, this world is new to me. I have not painted since I was in my final year of school. Since nearly as soon after as then it has been in my mind... Then for a time I forgot! I walked among motherhood, weight gain, weight loss, daydreaming - then found my singer's voice, and my pianist's hand.

Before I could blink my 20's had nearly passed by me - but all the while if I were to pass by a thickly embellished abstract oil on paper or canvas I would look intently, and slow my steps, and fix my eyes upon it, and remember my one-time love, of the form.

To paint as my silly head sees things.

To place colour where I will it.

To come back to the place of my later teens...

and to not let my 31st year pass me by, without a new painting finished and posted here.

Shell xx