In the beginning stages the painting spent time in the trash can. It wasn't moving along well and so I'd put it in the trash only to pick it up later on, study it, and begin painting on it again. That happened several times.
In the end, it worked. I guess that is the way I feel about restoring/refreshing our 1893 Queen Anne Victorian. There are times in the past I've been tired of repairing crumbling plaster walls. I'd ask mysef, how many rooms left?--and followed by a big sigh. Wish you could see Jon and me on the days we do finish sanding on the walls and ceilings. Even with good masks we look like ghosts in white clothes, hair, and skin. The dust travels throughout the house. But it is our choice. We just never give up on a good thing.
I leave you with these words. Even when you don't want to, "move forward and do what you have to do." Because life is so worth it, and is never boaring for sure.
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Hi Linda-
ReplyDeleteYou are so right. You can never give up on an old house, even thought the tasks seem so daunting at times and it may look like there's no end in sight. Your beautiful house is a testament to that fact! And in doing art as well, sometimes it feels as though the image is revealing itself and you are just an aid in letting it come forth. Sometimes I look at what I've done in the past and wonder how I did it! And I never really know the answer to that! :-)
-Pam
Hello Linda,
ReplyDeleteFirst, I have to say that I'm in awe of your painting - simply amazing!
Second, I hear you regarding the work that an old home requires. I think that a genuine love for the past is our fuel and its preservation is our pride.
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