Still, the leaves have not yet fallen

I was a really weird kid growing up (according to some). I was always collecting nature items like leaves, sticks, rocks, whatever caught my attention. (Which I don’t find especially weird). If I saw something intriguing, I would investigate it. I spent a lot of time alone at school. I was a very, very shy, introverted child. My best friend Andrea…I was incredibly lucky to have. But we aren’t friends anymore (though I do still have all the rest of my childhood friends on Facebook). I don’t ever interact with them unless something major happens in their lives. Like cancer. But they know I’m there and appreciate it when I do interact.

It looks kind of like a bird butI was interested in the thickness of the paint and the colours I mixed together.

I love using colours, but on the polar opposite end, I love my mark making 🥰

In other news, I offered to paint my parent’s house because it’s my childhood house, plus it’s their house, plus why not? My Dad has been going through a lot of difficulties and I am unsure of how much longer he will be with us. I should paint the family actually. Maybe. Portraits are hard. Oh well, I should do it anyways.

On another note, I have been inspired to create some compositions for painting. I like capturing objects and things, but I mostly like abstract (duh).

I can now have a shower curtain created through Red Bubble. That is so cool!

I was feeling stuck. It is still quite the challenge to know when to stop. However, here we have a painting born out of frustration. Solitude. It was created while alone, and depicts the child in me growing up; bullied by my siblings, very shy and introverted. I am not sure, I guess I am the red thing that looks like a giraffe, (albeit, protected by blue scribbles).

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