My Art

Ever have a gut feeling you should be doing something? For me, I was told to paint since 2015, the year I died. God and my great grandmother kept telling me to paint. Having never painted, I didn't listen. Until "the powers that be" managed to break both bones in left forearm May 2020.

 

Since I was still recovering from major right shoulder surgery and both bones in left arm near elbow were crushed in a gazillion pieces and dislocated, I had no choice but to sit, stay, and paint. And by golly, I knew how. Of course, I can only improve. In time I want to sell reprints. I started with watercolor, didn't like. Then did quite a few in acrylic, hated because it dried too fast. And finally, I have begun oil painting. Took a two hour class a while back, but was not worth packing up all my supplies (due to aches/pains), so I continue to learn at home. Enjoy a portion of my painting journey as I find my painting style!