Golden hour light. Wildflowers. Warm undertones.
Even filled with all my uncertainty and stress, I prayed that I would be able to imbibe this painting with peace; knowing who is was for, and how much she was probably worrying about the world, her primary class, her friends, and each person in the ward. I wanted to be able to bring peace into her home.
I’ve mentioned this before, but the strangest shift has occurred in my studio over the past couple months. When I packed away my oil paints to move to Texas 2.5 years ago, I thought for sure I’d never open that box again. Oils were so frustrating to me - I could never make them do what I wanted, and the smell always gave me a headache in the little basement room where I painted at the time.
But in September of this year, I got them out again. I had been feeling for months like the paintings I REALLY wanted to make, required the velvety smoothness of oils. And I was COMPLETELY RIGHT.