Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Exactly four years ago, while still in my nauseous phase of pregnancy with Redding, I finished my senior painting project and put down my brushes. I didn't pick them up again until three and half years later. It was last fall, when I painted this mural.
I remember at some point during this time I ran into a friend from art school. She was so interested to know how my paintings had developed 'Oh Andrea! Tell me about how motherhood has changed your process? What are you working on now?' I'm not sure what I said, but some how I made the process of glittering christmas ornaments sound like, you know, just the coolest thing out there.
Last fall I spoke to someone (who may or may NOT have been a psychic. hush.) He told me that I may never become a painter, because the block in me was too great. Obviously he didn't have an understanding of my inner workings (or perhaps he did?), because that was all I needed, it set a fire under me. Within a week I had finished this painting in my backyard.
Within two months I had a studio space and had completed a large-scale portrait series.
Perhaps this is why this blog has been left behind a little bit?
I think we all just do what we can when we can. Whether it be blogging, painting or glittering christmas ornaments. As long as we are find a way to get out the crazies while creatively expressing ourselves, that's really all that matters, isn't it?
love love, andrea