INSPIRATIONAL SHORT STORY
It all began with Happy Dance ~ how I felt after three days at the beach with my sister-in-law!
I painted at sundown on our last night. Two weeks later …
inspiration grew from a seedling into a prolific garden
This week it spread to a whole garden of dreams.
I painted this small plein air painting at sundown on our last night at the beach.
When I returned home, I kept fiddling around with all the paintings. This one kept niggling at me to paint it large. Finally, I consented to give it a try.
I prepared a 30 x 40 inch canvas with light terra cotta primer. Then washed the colors of Happy Dance in loosely. Strokes of happiness bottled up inside spewed across my painting.
I grabbed a twig of willow charcoal and drew back into the wet paint, gently coaxing the color into form.
Potted Joy? Did I know I was potting my joy? or that the pots symbolized anything at all? No!
I just felt it the urge to paint it. Like an itch, I had to do something about it so I picked up a brush and let loose.
A prolific garden of paintings sprouted from it. I had no idea that following this urge to paint would create a wondrous and joyful container garden!