Quite some years back, about 15 I think, I decided to give watercolour painting a try. I loved it, but somewhere along the way I lost my confidence and motivation and haven’t touched the paints for years. My husband actually built me a little studio in the backyard. We’ve always called it ‘The Church’ because of its shape. When we moved house about 8 years ago, with the assistance of a crane, The Church came with us. Here it is being lifted into place in the garden, which was then in its infancy.
Recently on Facebook I admired some watercolour work by Rita Drysdall and after talking with her (and others), she has inspired me to try again, and not to take myself too seriously and judge my abilities (or lack of) too harshly. So I’ve been cleaning up the little studio over the last few days. It was full of spiders and yuck!! Now all that remains is for me to pluck up some courage and dip that brush into the paint.
Looking across from the house, this is what The Church looks like now. The garden has certainly grown up since the top photo!
Look how clean and neat everything is! Isn’t it just begging to be messed up with lots of paint and activity?
I have a lovely view though the window. That’s a big pond you can catch a glimpse of through the trees. Our neighbours sometimes use their JetSki on it.
Another view, looking back to the house.
You wouldn’t believe the amount of paint, paper, etc. that is housed in this cabinet!! I think there is enough there to last me until I’m 100, even if I start painting tomorrow!!