Well I did it. I sold my first painting today and dropped it off too. I was a little bit apprehensive about doing so though. I have lived with this painting for almost 7 years and it was one of my favourites. It was "Poppy Fields" and although I will miss it, I know it is going to a good home.
I remember painting it in my backyard in the glorious July sun. The girls were playing outside and my husband was reading a book on the swing. I really wanted to paint something, like "right now" but I didn't have any canvases. This caused me to ransack the garage for anything that I could use. Here is where I found a large board. It had an oil stain on it, but I cut it off and evened out the edges.
I didn't know what I wanted to paint, I just had all my paints in front of me, the brushes and a few knives. Next thing you know a background is coming to life, a forefront and then a couple of poppies were painted in. Sometimes it is hard to know when a painting is done, to know when to walk away and know that that is it. I have gone to far in many painting and in my eyes, I have ruined them. My husband says they are fine and that I am too hard on myself, but well, these are a piece of me. Each swirl, each blend of colour, each stroke or scrape, all there because I decided that is where it should be.
Dropping off the painting tonight, holding tight to it as I walked it up the stairs, knowing it will be in good hands... was for me, watching your children go into their classroom for the first time. Worried, scared, wishful and happy in knowing this is good for both of us.
Sounds silly, but if I didn't put myself into the pieces of art, then why bother.
Hi, i'm jodi!
I am a wife to a railroader, mother to two daughters, caretaker of two Golden Retrievers and a Himalayan cat. I live in a small town with a big heart. I enjoy antiquing, furniture re-habbing, D.I.Y's and painting.