I went on my weekly walk with my friend, Tammy, and shared with her that I felt I had ruined my painting. I had been told that the original outlay was beautiful. Now, I was feeling guilty that I may have lost my foremothers’ message forever.
My DNA test indicated my Angolan heritage. I have so much to learn about my African family history. For now, I’ll allow my paintings tell my stories, hopefully, spiritually connecting me to my ancestors.
Unlike the very talent Van Gogh who died broke, miserable and minus an ear, I will not be unhappy. Millions have been made from Van Gogh’s paintings, which is quite sad. However, I will not be an unhappy or financially broke artist.
Red and pink flowers surrounded by earth ~ nature.
Purple and gold hints contrasted against Mother Brazilian Java.
My children and grandchildren embrace my tree of life.
Sometimes sad and distant; but nonetheless, my soul guides.
Felt so relaxed and relieved to release and breathe.
Never knew how liberating the stroke of a brush could be.
It makes me smile.
My intention for creating the painting was to create artwork that reflected my innermost spirit. I write to reflect on all the stories screaming to be released. The same goes for creating art. It tells the stories my writing struggles to tell.
While creating this piece, I listened to African music. This made it easier to paint. I followed the rhythms and just let my creativity flow. My piece represents my feelings for that particular day—remorse, peace, and acceptance. The highlight color that emphasized my innermost feelings was the Royal Blue. That color represents my remorse for miscommunications as well as forgiveness.