Friday, May 2, 2008

I Paint...

Several people have asked me if I still paint. I do, but not as much as I would like.
"We live in a red house on Duncan Avenue" in Amite, Louisiana.
I made this into a card and use it when we have cards to send.
I love my house and flowers. I never have had the urge to build a new one. Brennan has offered us acerage, but I am happy where I am. If ever my car would not start, I am three blocks from school. I could ride my bike!!!!

5 comments:

Renee said...

Bonnie, You are so talented. I enjoyed taking your classes so much. That was my first step toward liberation.

I even painted a picture for Ronnie. Couldn't believe he actually hung it in his house.

Ella Joy said...

Bonnie,
I still have the painting you did of my first house in N.O. I really cherish it. I loved that house. It was "My little yellow double on Olympia". After Katrina, I had to sell it. I had it over 25 years and
it broke my heart when I had to let it go.
Lots & lots of memories there. If those walls could talk....
Mother had you paint it for me and I thank you so much.

Margaret said...

WoW, Bonnie, that's great. I don't remember you being a artist in high school. I love your house by the way!

jeff said...

I'm impressed! My daughter just showed me her house she had painted in NH and I like yours much better. Did you take lessons or just self taught?

BKK said...

I didn't draw or paint in high school. Actually, Luynn turned me on about 1969. She had taken some classes in Baton Rouge. She met with a group of "girls" and started us on the basics. I becamed obsessed. That's my personality anyway. It just evolved from there. As I said, I don't paint as much as I want to or NEED to. I am mentally better when I am involved deeply with something. Exercise is my sanity button. I am sort of a perfectionist and I think that is why I obsess. Classic OCD. We're all a little nuts anyway. Thanks
friends for the compliments. Sometimes it is hard to just put yourself "out there", but one of many things I have learned at this "ripe old age", is that, if I like it and am satisfied with it, I don't care if anyone else does. I think I am growing up. LOL