It’s been 6 months since I started painting and it feels like I’ve been doing this for years, but at the same time, I feel like I’ve just started. It’s a strange feeling.. I feel elated to have come this far and yet I’m terrified that I even made it.
This is the classic self doubt of an artist. We are never happy with our successes and even less happy with our failures! Or is that the case for everyone? I’m going off topic now… Back to how I got here.
I’m a mum of 2 year old boy who brings me all the joy in the world. But shortly after he turned one, I started regretting my decision to become a SAHM (stay-at-home-mum). It’s really tough being a SAHM, but that’s another story for another time. A few months later we bought a new house and were looking to decorate. Most things I came across were perfect for what we wanted, like this Emily Jeffords print that I absolutely love and need to save up for.
But some just didn’t fit right with what I wanted. My husband suggested I start painting and that we’d decorate with my paintings instead. That was it! I bought some paints (acrylic, even though I learnt to paint with oil – but that’s for another blog post!), brushes and canvas. I set up a corner of our dining room and started painting when my son napped (about 2 hours every day).
I haven’t looked back! What started as decorating project turned my SAHM life upside down! Friends and family started asking if I’d paint commissions, I went to speak to a local charity gallery who immediately scooped up my work and asked me to paint more because they were selling it!
I feel blessed to have this talent and to be able to share it – I love this journey I’m on. If you’re coming across my work for the first time – Welcome. I hope you enjoy the view.
