back to my roots

This is one of my latest pieces, per request for a client of mine. It’s not dry yet, or I would have set it on the mantel, to show you how HUGE it is. It would have taken up my mantel and more… He still needs a few touchups, and then “zoomin’” will be ready to go to his new home. (yes, I most definitely name my paintings, too.) I always kind of dread paintings, because they take up days of work. And then I get into them, and remember how much I honest to goodness love doing it. I’m the most passionate about oils and find it quite therapeutic. Cathartic, actually. The smell of turpenoid and drying oils take me to the happiest of places. I could sniff it all day…wait. Maybe I should stop blaming the kids for the mommy brain…What can I say? I miss college.

I’m not sure many people have seen this one, but it’s a painting I did of Aiden as a baby. My OLDEST turns FIVE on MONDAY! SOB. SOB. It’s the only portrait I’ve “completed” of three of my children. I never consider my work done in this area (my professor once told me that my greatest struggle as an artist is knowing when to say when.) (uhhh I think I struggle with that in all areas of life…) Why am I showing you this? To hold myself accountable. Because LORD WILLING AND THE CREEK DON’T RISE (as my grandmother used to say) in six months or less, I want to at least have STARTED on two more portraits, of E and M, and then one more of all my children, all three together. That’s not TOO much to ask of myself, right? Probably? Talk about time consuming…but WORTH it. It’s my version of preserving time, I guess. Bottle them up. A constant thought I have…wishing I could beat time. And my kids will cherish these one day, (or resent me since they grew up with it…kinda like the chick whose mom can totally sew and she doesn’t want momsy to create her own wedding dress when she comes of age…good story)

I’m signing off for the weekend…hopefully I’ll be back Monday with some fun before and afters of a few lil projects I’m doing around the house this weekend…and perhaps a story about how I was eye-molested by scrungy dude on aisle seven of one of my favorite junk hot spots. {gross!!!}

Have a good one-love you all!

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