It's only been 7 months since I picked up my paintbrushes again, after I overcame my fear and ignored my gremlins telling me that I was no good. 7 months of finding my way creatively again and re-discovering my creative side. I'd forgotten how much creating something gives me a sense of peace... deep inside, when I'm painting I'm happy and calm. Fitting in some time every day to paint really helps to keep me sane. When I'm feeling blue, or stressed, or nervous, or insignificant. I turn off the computer and I paint. I can loose myself in a painting and nothing else matters. All my problems drift away for a while.
I'm slowly gaining some confidence in my work... I can see a VAST improvement over the last few months. And after 8 years of not having painted I have to expect to be a little rusty. One thing I have to remember is to not compare myself to other artists. I am painting for myself, I do not need (although sometimes I want) others validation. Comparing myself to others only ends in making me feel bad. I am learning to accept my painting as it is... to be happy with what I can do and not wish for more.
Painting really is the best therapy I've ever had!
Here are a couple of photos of some of what I've been working on recently: