Art and My Heart
I discovered in the last few years that art truly soothes my soul. Music does, too, but I can’t create music. I can hold a semi-tune but I don’t feel comfortable singing. Painting is my thing. And the funny thing is I didn’t know this until a few years back. The first time I ever considered painting was about 8 years go with a friend in a restaurant. We live in a town that is known for art. We were in a small restaurant and they displayed art from local artists. I kept looking at this one painting and couldn’t take my mind eyes off of it. It wasn’t the Mona Lisa or anything. It was a blue barn. For some reason that barn captivated me. My friend was like, “What’s wrong with you?” I told her that barn just had my heart for some reason. Then I calmly said, “I could paint that.” She laughed and said, “Ummm…Amy, you don’t paint.” My immediate response was, “But I can.” It makes me laugh now because I had never picked up a paint brush other than to paint my bedroom. But I knew I could. It took me about 4 years to decide to paint. I don’t know why that long. I suppose life got in the way. But when I created it was an amazing feeling. I am not the greatest artist out there but I love the feeling it gives me.
In order to paint, though, I have to be in the right mindset and have that “feeling.” Through the last few months I wasn’t sure I could or would have that feeling again. When my heart aches I don’t want to do anything. But I have tried to keep painting and think I haven’t done too badly. I’m really glad I pushed through the pain and lifted that brush again. The blending and mixing of colors takes me out of the moment and allows me to just feel the colors.