I'm half way through my third children's book, I'm standing in my wardrobe putting clothes away, suffering at the same time with writers block!
The frustration had been going on for a few days, but this time it was making my head throb and my stomach feel sick.
It was at that moment I heard the words internally "Pick up a paintbrush"...
I had already decided to pick up a paintbrush but after the story was written, so I resisted the urge to listen.
Again, came the words even louder this time, it would not leave, so I stopped my internal war by saying out loud
"OK, I'LL PICK UP A PAINTBRUSH THIS WEEKEND"!!!!!!
Once the words were out of my mouth, the frustration left, the headache subsided and I felt like a burden had been lifted.
I got the draft of my story and I packed it away and started preparing the paint supplies for the next Saturday...
The following Saturday, I was housebound due to LubeMobile coming to our home to service my car, hubby had gone for the day , so I showed the mechanic the ins and outs of the car, then left for the back patio and started picking up a paintbrush!
My first painting was really emotional, not that great, but that didn't matter to me, I had something I had to get off my chest and out onto the canvas to overcome a small hurdle.
This painting is a field of tulips and an angel in the clouds, which I painted by accident, or so I thought.
As a child I used to ride my pushbike 10kms out of town towards the Silvan Dam, in Silvan, just out from Monbulk, Victoria, where we lived.
I used to stay out all day to escape the confines of the 4 walls of home and get away from my mother, who was very unpredictable and scared me.
My fondest memories were of watching the tulips sway, while eating my packed lunch, then going to the Silvan Dam and watching people water ski, I stayed out most of the day and got back in the afternoon.
After I painted the cloud and noticed it looked like an angel, it was then that I recieved the meaning of the painting.
The message for me was no matter what was happening or where I went, I was being protected, I was not alone, I was going to be okay!
It was my first attempt and the feeling of release it gave me was awesome! That's all that matters...
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