Color

I started painting again. I can't even explain how good it felt. Painting is a way for me to release my emotions..to let my creativity flow.. It is a safe place.

I wanted to take my canvas and paints and drive downtown until I found a peaceful spot. I must paint in a place where I am alone and feel free.

I cannot paint in my bedroom or in a house unless I am near a big, open window. But instead of taking the drive I went outside to the deck by the pool and faced away from the sun, thus allowing the sun to hit the painting. It was perfect. I was alone. I had music playing in my ears. The sun was warm on my back.

It is always hard for me to start, especially when the canvas is blank. I usually cover the canvas in a color of paint just to get things flowing. This day however I wanted to finish a painting that I had started but had been unable to return to for a long time.

It began to flow and it felt so good. I could feel the tension ease slowly from my body. My head began to clear. I began to see in color and shape instead of black and white.

I never have an idea in mind as I sit down to paint, but I usually have a color. I start there. This day.. I was thinking in shades of blue.

The brush dipped in color flows down the canvas in a sexy line. There is nothing prettier than that first stroke. I love to mix the colors and watch them blend. This is my favorite part. I never plan to finish. I let the painting tell me when it is done.

On this day, I finished.