Painting: One of my Happy Places

Dancer

12"x16" on canvas

Twice after my abstract painting class this past month I drove home in tears. But these weren't tears of sadness, oh no. They were tears of pure, overwhelming bliss and gratitude.

The tears were not to be held back. They just came, right there, as I drove and snuck intermittent glances at the still wet painting sitting on the front passenger seat, beaming at no one but myself.

They were a recognition of pride, of right work (or play) and of flow - or as one of my friends put it, of having found one of my happy places.

Seriously, I love painting. And I love learning about it. I could do this. I really could.

I am.

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Do you have a happy place? If so, please do tell. I'd love to hear about it.

Comments

[Liz C.]

Can't tell you how much I love reading this!! Hooray, hooray for happiness and for your gorgeous paintings!

Thank you so much for the reminder about happy places. Some of them I visit often, but fail to appreciate, some I haven't been to in ages...

[darlene]

this just makes me smile so maybe coming here is one of my happy places :-) and taking photos, and painting, and writing i think :-)

[amy]

This painting is just gorgeous. I am always awed by your talent.

My happy place is on my road bike. Sun on my back, wind on my face, legs working hard, mind at ease.

xxox.
love you.

[Steph]

Thank you ladies!

@Liz, it sounds like it's time to revisit some of those forgotten happy places.
@ Darlene, oh yes! Writing, photography and painting, oh my!
@ Amy, of course on your road bike. I sense peace when you write about it, you seem at home there.

I miss you all very much.

Steph
xo