
The painting in my last post that I embellished isn't the first one of Great Grandma V's paintings I've 'collaborated' with her on. The one above is another that I added something to, and that was one of the very few times I have ever worked in oils. (Can't stand the smell of turpentine...)
You see, the painting came to Bob & I and just wasn't our style at all. It didn't look like this photo, tho - it was incredibly faded, filled with washed-out colors in gloomy tones of browns, grays, and blacks. Even the green grass was brown, and the trees had no leaves, The whole painting gave me the feeling of a cold, dreary winter day. Add to that the fact that the little girl in the foreground used to have a frown on her face, and you can maybe see why it stayed in a closet for years!
Well, one day, I ran across it, and something inside of me woke up. This may be TMI for ya, but at that point in time, I had been battling depression for quite some time. For the year immediately preceding this event, I had been on medication and going through counseling. I had started a new job for the first time in many years (after working for myself), and so after a year of absolutely no creative activity at ALL (and that means no decorating either) one day I opened a closet, found this, and I decided to paint. I looked at this sad painting and decided that it expressed pretty much how I had been feeling for years, and I was ready to change that.
So I bought some oils and brushes and turpentine, set up my easel, and just started painting. I was listening to Vivaldi, my favorite composer, and I just began to add color and life to the painting - much like I wanted to add color and life to my own world again. I added a green wash to the grass, and planted blooming daffodils and white snapdragons in the field. I placed green leaves on the tree branches and then sprinkled in white lilacs, and reflected them in the water. I repainted the sky with clear blue and let a few fluffy white clouds in. I took the same blue and changed the dirty brown water to blue, and put in ripples so it looked as if the water was flowing down the stream. I repainted the sheep's wool and the little white cottage white (they had been dirty brown). Then I added rosy cheeks and a smile to the little girl's face, and bright colors to her dress, and added my initials to Great Grandma Venosdel's in the bottom corner.
It was as if I was recreating reality...good metaphor there, huh? I can honestly say that the music and the paint and giving myself the freedom to create something really was healing. Every time I look at this painting, I remember where I was then and where I am now, and I breathe a prayer of thanksgiving to God for bringing me through it. And I see this painting many times a day - it hangs in the entryway to our bedroom, along with another of Grandma V's compositions that I haven't touched and love to bits!
You see, the painting came to Bob & I and just wasn't our style at all. It didn't look like this photo, tho - it was incredibly faded, filled with washed-out colors in gloomy tones of browns, grays, and blacks. Even the green grass was brown, and the trees had no leaves, The whole painting gave me the feeling of a cold, dreary winter day. Add to that the fact that the little girl in the foreground used to have a frown on her face, and you can maybe see why it stayed in a closet for years!
Well, one day, I ran across it, and something inside of me woke up. This may be TMI for ya, but at that point in time, I had been battling depression for quite some time. For the year immediately preceding this event, I had been on medication and going through counseling. I had started a new job for the first time in many years (after working for myself), and so after a year of absolutely no creative activity at ALL (and that means no decorating either) one day I opened a closet, found this, and I decided to paint. I looked at this sad painting and decided that it expressed pretty much how I had been feeling for years, and I was ready to change that.
So I bought some oils and brushes and turpentine, set up my easel, and just started painting. I was listening to Vivaldi, my favorite composer, and I just began to add color and life to the painting - much like I wanted to add color and life to my own world again. I added a green wash to the grass, and planted blooming daffodils and white snapdragons in the field. I placed green leaves on the tree branches and then sprinkled in white lilacs, and reflected them in the water. I repainted the sky with clear blue and let a few fluffy white clouds in. I took the same blue and changed the dirty brown water to blue, and put in ripples so it looked as if the water was flowing down the stream. I repainted the sheep's wool and the little white cottage white (they had been dirty brown). Then I added rosy cheeks and a smile to the little girl's face, and bright colors to her dress, and added my initials to Great Grandma Venosdel's in the bottom corner.
It was as if I was recreating reality...good metaphor there, huh? I can honestly say that the music and the paint and giving myself the freedom to create something really was healing. Every time I look at this painting, I remember where I was then and where I am now, and I breathe a prayer of thanksgiving to God for bringing me through it. And I see this painting many times a day - it hangs in the entryway to our bedroom, along with another of Grandma V's compositions that I haven't touched and love to bits!
I've loved this red barn since the day I first saw it...

There are other paintings... some landscapes of mountain scenes that need new frames, and two portraits of girls. I like the 'pink rose girl' that is hanging in my office now - she reminds me of a lass overlooking the Irish countryside. Bob has loved 'the fountain girl' since he was a child. It is his very favorite painting, so I put it in the media room where he can enjoy it.

There are other paintings... some landscapes of mountain scenes that need new frames, and two portraits of girls. I like the 'pink rose girl' that is hanging in my office now - she reminds me of a lass overlooking the Irish countryside. Bob has loved 'the fountain girl' since he was a child. It is his very favorite painting, so I put it in the media room where he can enjoy it.

I love that there are many kinds of creativity running through our families, and that we can add layer after layer of our own talents into that history. And of course, I love that art is cathartic and healing and an expression of emotion. It has saved me over and over again.
Just before I began painting that picture, I found a quote in a book that I felt perfectly described me. I wrote it down in my journal, and I remember every word to this day... "It was as if her life was a watercolor painting left out in a rainstorm, and all of the color had run out of it." Luanne Rice wrote that in her book 'Home Fires', a paperback romance novel I had picked up at the library. When I read that sentence back then, I fell apart. When I just typed it
now, I teared up to think that I had been that lifeless. And I thanked God for handing me a brush and some paint and leading me to add some color back into my world....


























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