Artwork

My father was an artist. I remember helping him paint a mural on the dining room wall of the first house he was able to buy for my mother. The mural was of a lighthouse. It was beautiful. Sadly we lost that house due to my father’s illness, but the memory is still as strong as ever.

After my father died, I continued to keep sketchbooks. Mostly I’d draw album covers and unicorns. Once, however, I ventured out of my comfort zone and drew a self-portrait to give to my boyfriend at the time who lived in Tennessee. When I moved there to be with him I found the drawing rolled up under the bed. I pulled it out and saw that he had erased the mouth and redrew it. After that I stopped drawing. It took the wind out of my sails to know that someone I loved took something so personal and decided he could do it better.

It wasn’t until recently that I rediscovered my love of painting and drawing. And believe me I had my reservations since I am now married to a very successful 3-D illustrator. Now I’m at a point where I do it for me – and to show my father that I haven’t forgotten about him and the times we painted and drew together.

I will share some of my pieces and the stories behind them here.

Here’s my ETSY shop Purple Patch Life– it’s a work in progress, so be patient.

 

February 12, 2015

While walking my mom’s dog today I found this part of a palm tree. I’ve always seen them made into reindeer at Christmas, but I wanted something different. So here’s my take on palm tree art.

Don’t mess with nature…unless you can paint it!