Here’s a seed — I hope you will enjoy what blossoms on these pages — a taste of some  paintings  I did, beginning in Dallas and through the here and now. 

When I first began painting ay Pigment School of the Arts. I felt . . . OH so rusty, incompetent,  dull, OLD and HOMESICK. Plus, most gals there were about twenty years younger and so very accomplished!

But the instructor — dear Tori was — is — the definition of an encourager! And all the fellow students became treasured companions for the what I call the Dallas decade — more about that in another post! 

The Art Class

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The Art Class

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A wee bit bereft I was in this new beginning . . .

The first acrylic painting — seed packets beside cracked old pots, without much good soil just woke me up. So in that Dallas decade, some seeds were planted, and flourished with friendship and “tutoring.”

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A kind word is like a spring day. ~Russian proverb (from the Quote garden)

I picked up some skills, and confidence — and a way of seeing that has steadied  me — especially in the past 2 and 1/2  years. As you [may] know —I’ve gone about over-board with the paintings . . . But I hope what I share will brighten your day and encourage your heart in the next several posts: 

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The hands of little children have bones as delicate as a bird’s — and they fit into a grandparent’s grasp as snugly as a bird into its nest. ~Pam Brown, To a Very Special Granddaughter, 1993, helenexley.com

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Art is pictures straight from the heart

~Ben, 7th grade 
Los Cerros Middle School, Danville, California, posted by teacher Bunki Kramer to Getty ArtsEdNet, 1999 The Quote Garden 

 

PS: You Might like  Memories from Mill Creek, Part I

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