I have painted all my life. As a young girl I had dreams about becoming an artist, but my life had taken a different turn.That did not seem to deter me from painting. I learned by copping old master paintings. I would copy them to my own ability, till I thought I had it right. Then I started painting portraits of my son, or anyone that would sit for me. Eventually I ventured into still paintings. I would rearrange items I found around the house to make my compositions. Although the times when I would absorb myself into my painting sessions were very liberating and healing for me, I still felt like what I was doing was not enough, and it was at those times I would stop, thinking it was pointless.
Not too long ago a friend of mine introduced me to Flora Bowley, an artist from Portland, Washington, that was using paint on canvas in ways I never saw before. It was completely different way of painting that seamed to emphasize the play of creative spirit, just for the love of it. It was a story telling on canvas that would unfold under your brushes, fingers, stamps, or any other tool chosen to make a mark on the surface. I was instantly hooked, and even though I still like to draw faces, and I use prompts from inspiration around me, my paintings became much more expressive, coming not so much from what I saw in front of me, but rather from the inside.
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