My New World

My paintings have been dormant inside me for years. Fifteen years ago, I realized I had to wait for my art to be expressed. Ten years ago, I began developing some parable type stories. I wrote of story line and outlined a few others. And I waited. I started back drawing. I drew a few pages. Again I waited.

My mother began showing signs of progressive dementia. I was teaching full time. Taking graduate courses for full certification to teach high school English. So I waited. Then my husband and I realized he was struggling with quelling memories of Vietnam. We began going to the Veterans Administration for help.

Three years ago, I took art courses at the local art museum. I started out full throttle. I signed up for Drawing, Watercolor and Jewelry Making. I discovered I could draw pretty well after all these years. Somehow the drawings had been mixing up inside me. The watercolor paints flowed out of me and I created as I hadn't dreamed possible. I was on my way.

My life begins anew. I am an artist. I have an art blog and this is IT. BlueFeatherArt. This is my new world, and it is a wondrous place to be-come.

And this is Beryl. The Burdened Burro.