I found these REALLY early paintings that were never completed and never intended to be shared, but here they are. I’ve certainly tried my hand at many different styles of painting, and I’m pretty confident now that abstract is where I belong!
My earliest memory of painting was at the YMCA, must have been 1974. Mrs. Bell was the teacher, I was 4 years old. I vividly remember “painting” on the cement walls with brushes dipped in plain water. The image only lasted as long as it took to dry in the San Diego dry heat, basically, seconds. Clearly, that was not going to satisfy me.
I never really stopped painting. I always loved art classes in school. I used to record Bob Ross videos on the VCR and play and stop, play, stop, over and over while I tried to keep up. I never seemed to have the right colors and they never looked like Bob’s paintings, but I sure did enjoy making all those happy little trees!
I’m actually really surprised these few survived over the years. I’ve been down many roads, moved so many times, and most of my work from the past has been lost. They are fun to look at, certainly not good paintings, but it reminds me to be grateful for how far I’ve come!