"It was going to be just this picture,
I wasn't planning to do anymore."
Twenty some-odd years ago a friend talked me into going with her to art classes. Now, to me, this was to learn to draw--something I had wanted to do. Upon arriving, 35 miles away, I realized that I had enrolled in an oil painting class, but I can't even draw. I surely was out of my league here. But since I was there, I followed instructions. On the way home, moaning and groaning all the way, I decided that I would finish the picture and that would be it.
After the first picture, I thought . . . maybe one more. I then realized that I was looking at nature in a whole different way, shapes of trees and rocks, shadows, shades of color, actually a whole new perspective of nature. I was hooked and before long I was selling pictures.
Life, work, grand boys, caused a pause in my painting, but after moving from Texas to Colorado, I was so inspired by all the beauty surrounding me, I had to get back in the groove. I met a member of the Mountain Artists who invited me to a meeting. I have been a member ever since.
I have served on several committees--my favorite is the Annual Mountain Arts Festival--and have served two terms as President of the Mountain Artists.
Each painting that I do is a new experience; I place myself there and feel the atmosphere in the painting.