I started this painting shortly before I got pregnant with my oldest son. He turned 7 this month and I had a goal to finish before his birthday; I was only 2 days late. Special note: I wrote this in May but realized in August that I had forgotten to publish it: whoops.
Art is a funny thing, you can spend hours and hours and have the painting barely look any different. This is partially due to my style. I’m afraid I will never be the fancy free, expressionist style painter. I am a lover of details.
Below is a representation of 2 hours of progress: the top picture representing the “after” shot.
Another couple of hours adding details to the flowers on the right and I was at the finish line.
A May snow storm later and I was able to add some detail to the leaves; the final step.
The finished painting:
I varnished the painting the following week to deter myself from being tempted to do anything else. I love how it turned out and have been thankful to squeeze in some painting time for myself.
Painting and drawing are an important outlet for me and I get grumpy in their absence. I am a perfectionist and spend far too much time living in my head, analyzing my faults, my life, and all of my future actions as if it were a chess game to be beaten. Painting allows me to travel to my own little world. A place where I can stop and smell the flowers, enjoy nature and relax.
This is one painting that will not be for sale.