My husband and I recently moved into an apartment in the downtown area, which will serve as a "home base". Our new digs are spacious, but fairly warm since we're on the 4th floor. To compensate for all this "free" heat, we have to open the living room windows - yes, in January - and we now hear the squeal of brakes, the whim and whir of various engines as well as the occasional crash when motor vehicles collide at the busy intersection we reside at. This was especially the case during the "epic" blizzard of 2015 (named Juno) which we experienced earlier this week.
I am in the process of settling in. Most of my stuff is either unpacked or somewhat organized (read: shoved) into the huge hall closet. Some of my stuff isn't even here yet - it's in storage at my youngest daughters house. After living and traveling in our RV for over 15 months, it does feel good to spread out. Each item seems new and many feel as if they have been my long lost friends with news to share.
We humans can be funny that way - our stuff telling the story of our life and where we've been. With this in mind, I've decided to take a trip down memory lane to revisit with my past work. To remember why I painted it and to hear its story.
Folks say you have to know where you've been in order to know where you are going. I will embrace this concept with my gallery wall that is pictured below. I will begin at one end and discuss one work at a time, then change it up until all my surviving and unsold art has been featured.
The end result? Sharing my passion and the hope that I will get a clue where to paint next...
Until next time,
The Happy Painter,
Jill
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