Writing obviously takes up a lot of my time – in fact I’d call it my day job. But one of my hobbies is painting. If I didn’t write I’d probably take it up full time but there are simply not enough hours in the day to do both so I content myself with a local two hour weekly painting class.
Do I have a favourite subject? It’s balanced equally between landscapes and flowers, though I have just finished a painting of a bird – a bee-eater. It’s the first time I’ve painted a living creature and happily I’m pleased with it.
These classes take me away from my desk and the venue is within walking distance so I’m getting exercise at the same time. I do have a treadmill but there’s nothing like walking in the fresh air and I’m always on the lookout for subjects to photograph and paint.
I have tried painting from real life. We once went out as a group into some local woods, and I attempted it on holiday a couple of times, but I’m not happy being observed. I would happily watch someone else but I don’t like anyone watching me. Why is that, do you think? Is it because I might be criticised? Or because I’m a very private person?
My father did a lot of watercolour paintings after my mother died. I think they were to fill his time but I never actually saw him doing it. It was not until after he died that I found them. It pleases me to think I might have inherited some of his skill.
I tend to think art and writing are very similar. They’re both creative, both need a lot of thought. I do have a new book out so next time I’ll be posting an extract. The title? Unwelcome Stranger.
Until then… Happy Reading
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