Oil by Trixie Walker
Lucca Memory 2
When I was about nine, I won an inter-school art competition. My mother died around that time and I became fascinated with the idea of painting.
I remember my father on his bike, riding before me through the town, me on a borrowed bike, to introduce me to a group of elderly ladies (they seemed very old to me) who met once a week to draw and paint together. They encouraged me and I continued to draw and paint with them one evening a week for several years. I loved it.
After grammar school I went to Farnham Art School, but for one reason and another I didn’t complete the course.
Some 10 years ago my husband suggested I start painting again, and I haven’t really stopped since. I paint on most days at home, take painting holidays and workshops, am currently a student at the School of Art and Well-Being near Honiton and take part in several exhibitions each year.
I lose myself when I paint. Sometimes painting is a painful process, other times I feel joyous - and then anything else is an unwanted distraction.
Oil on Canvas