Whispers. We all have them. They're the little voices in our conscious minds that tug at our hearts and want our attention. These whispers, these seeds of dreams, encourage us, even when we're not entirely willing to listen, to simply begin.
Kelly Rae Roberts, Taking Flight
On April 7th, my 40th birthday, I spontaneously bought a set of oil paints, a little easel, and some canvas. The bag of supplies were not opened until yesterday. Yesterday I cleared out a space under a window in our messy and chaotic "no-no room", unfolded a long card table and took out the art supplies. Of course my kids wanted to join in on the fun so we had a little art party.
I picked a fragrant marigold from my garden and started to paint. This is what I ended up with. Mystic Marigold.
Listen to your whispers.....
Beautiful. Love your pics - isnt it fun when your kids join in?
ReplyDeleteI agree with you. I started painting a few years ago and I never did it because I assumed I couldnt paint - who knew I could?
ReplyDeleteI wish I had so long ago. What a shame I let my assumptions rule...
Tracy