How did I learn to paint? By reaching into my heart and soul. First finding that place. Then letting the art flow to the end of my paint brush. Like this story:
A Mother’s Love: I painted my first landscape pic while at my mom’s house many years ago. An andirondak chair on Lake Michigan. She LOVED it and had it framed in their kitchen for years.
Over time, I’d see so many faults in that painting! I’d say “I’m a better artist now. Let me repaint it”. NOPE. She wouldn’t hear of it. She loved it as is.
After she died I took that painting and painted over it. With much better form. But not necessarily a better outcome. Because the original really was about a mothers love.
Original NFS. prints available.