For years, I painted to deal with anxiety and boredom. I never thought I was any good. When my mum passed, leaving me spiralling and completely alone and isolated, I wasn’t even tempted to paint. It was like any inspiration or enjoyment was completely foreign.
7 years later, I am completely content with my soulmate, our fur babies, and our rural home.
And I’m painting again.
I paint with acrylic on canvas. I don’t have a style or fall into any category. I just paint what I picture in my head.
My partner is of the opinion that I should be selling them.
Why not give it a try?
Thanks for looking…