Did I say a few hours later I had my first painting???? At that time it seemed like ages .
Have you ever sat in front of a blank canvas and gone BLANK !!!!! The canvas stared back at me and seemed to mock me ---“come on ”, it taunted , “lets see the great artist at work , lets see the brushes fly over me , the paint going swish swish and a masterpiece ---who do you think you are –Michalangelo reincarnated ?? ”
A few minutes earlier there were hundred scenes going through my head –I knew what my finished painting was going to look like and now –when I looked at that new clean canvas my brain had Stage Fright and went into a shut down
I prayed for inspiration and silently cried out “Mama ”.
Mama must have heard my plea in the heavans ,because I felt my hand pick up a brush , dip into the little pile of acrylic paint and gently glide the umbers onto the blank canvas and it was blank no more .
After that I felt like a victor, stronger and confident –I did not think a blank canvas could ever mock me again. I was very niave and still had to learn how wrong I was .
My painting gradually evolved with my mother in my mind ---I could sense her presence ,even though I could not see her face . Still having her near, made me feel safe . I painted her hair , her eardrops , the brilliance of the hibiscus flowers in she loved to wear in her hair. It was a fulfilling time .
Mama ---acrylic on canvas 11x14 inches