I wanted to be a painter: part one

I loved to draw and paint as a kid, I'd spend all summer in the basement creating my masterpieces and my Mom would frame and hang them on the wall down there. When I was in high school I took old house paint and painted an 8x6 ft mural on the wall next to my bed it's taken 18 years for them to put enough paint on the walls to cover it, I don't know why they wanted to cover such beautiful art what if I became famous or something that wall could have been worth thousands! I came across this old photograph of a painting I did back when I was 17,  I don't mind being a photographer but once in a while I wish I would have stuck it out as a painter and we were living in some groovy artist's loft somewhere.

 Field of daisies 1991

1 comment:

  1. I have a vivid yet brief memory (or a dream) of my past as a young girl, maybe 4-7 years old, and I am sitting in a field of daisies, facing the bright warm sun over the rolling hills, daisies as far as the eye could see. The flowers were about my face height, and they swayed and danced in the wind just as my hair was doing. This image has been with me as long as I can remember and yet I have no idea of its origin. So I just wanted to say thank you for this painting :)


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