by Christy Lachelle
(Ruston La)
I've never been able to draw like my sisters and daughters. My daughters have taken art in school and enjoy painting tremendously. All 3 are amazing, my middle daughter has a piece hanging in the Philharmonic in Naples Florida a contest she won Senior year, human form is a strong suit of hers.
I've looked at their work in awe, I've always been creative and told I had an eye for color and design. In 2018 my oldest begged me to paint with her, I'm very critical of my work and will ocd myself to death. I see the flaws ya know. Well in a bet she got small 11x14 canvases and a silly game, pick a topic and paint in 30 minutes. Turns out I'm pretty ok at it. No real technique and never use proper brushes. I painted for a year, life interrupted, and about a year ago recovering from a near fatal heart attack at 46 I picked up a brush and poured myself into it. Very healing and therapeutic.
This is my favorite my sanctuary in my own head.