What a room can hold

This is the other side of my space-- about half of our living room, behind the couch-- where I paint. I've always appreciated a well-loved, well-used space, and I've always felt the need to create "spots". Until recently I assumed it had to do with genetics, as my mum always loved to decorate; however, I think it really has to do with comfort and with the essence of home. When things get tense in life, I find myself dealing with the anxiety by recalling home and knowing that at the end of the day, no matter what, there is home. I've had more time on my hands lately than I've had for years, only working part time and out of school. Consequently I've had that pestering feeling in the back of my brain that says "you should be doing more!". I've immersed myself in my space, and tried to do as much creatively as possible.

Unfortunately I'm no photographer, and these awful little snapshots are all I have left of the bird paintings I recently took to the gallery. They are the beginning of a stream of small paintings focused on organic, "fauna and flora" sort of subject matter. I've started some mushrooms that will be even simpler in nature. I find mushrooms beautiful in their diversity and colour. I hope though, that others share my view, and don't find these paintings boring.