I finally pulled out my paintbrushes and set up and started painting. Deliciously slowly because I felt a little rusty and working slowly just felt so good. I’m not in a rush to go anywhere.
I picked up an old canvas that I started last year with an unfinished piece on it. As I’m looking at this piece right now, I’m wondering if you can recognise the old painting under the layers. I know it’s just a start and we still have a ways to go together. I’m not sure where we are going but for now... this just felt so nice.
I started this piece with a sepia ink and white paint and I loved starting there, it felt less intimidating and starting slowly and easing in, felt beautiful. That being said I am sooo ready to play with more paint.