I don’t know why….but I’ve always had this longing. A sweet whisper….to spend carefree time with paint brush in hand painting. Yes, a sweet whisper calling me…to throw down, smoosh, and swoosh great paintings. Possibly even big paintings….which, for me would be like climbing mt. Everest. Or something along those lines. Did I tell you I actually had a dream that I created a mural for the first time? Yeah, a big, glorious mural of color and beauty.
Where does this whisper come from? Where does this undeniable force come from that pulls an artist to the canvas?
For me and many others this need to paint is a part of my soul. At the heart of it all, this is where it is at. At times I’ve been busy, pre-occupied, distracted, and yet no matter how much I try to ignore it, …the whisper….it calls to me.
It feels a bit absurd to always have this thing tugging at my heart strings to paint, to play, to get lost in the curiosity of it. Yet there it is. And for me, like many others I cannot deny it.
So, this is where I’m at. Listening, responding to, and acting in response to the whisper. The light that resides in me shining brighter and brighter with each passing day. My heart overflowing with gratitude for the inspiration that surrounds me and the fellow artists who hear the same whisper.
Here are just a few….
Flora Bowley – a painter who has always struck a beautiful chord in my heart.
Whitney Freya – this painting sends sparks through me.
Alenna Hennesey – I just love the passion she expresses through her paintings.
