Playing with Color.

Once I decided to choose me, I found myself in the middle of a horrible divorce, fighting for my children and my sanity. My days were filled with lawyers, therapists and chores that had to get done and felt like a horrible carousel of "have to's" and "must do's". 

Thankfully, I had the foresight to sign up for an art class.  It was across town for 3 hours on a Wednesday morning and was not inexpensive.  I was forced to carve out Wednesday mornings for me. 

In that art class I found a group of ladies that supported me and nurtured my long-lost artist side. The art class focused on collages - which meant that I spent my Wednesday mornings tearing paper into tiny little bits... which was VERY cathartic. 

But, no matter how many times my teacher asked me to use color, my collages were dark grey and black.  Maybe I would throw in a navy blue hue every once in a while.  But I was drawn to newsprint and dark colors.

My art teacher kept trying to get me to explore a different color palette, but it was no use.  

After a few months, I picked up some watercolors, and began coloring.  This was my first foray into color.  It's still muted, and bland ... but it definitely reads blue. 

And this was my first stepping stone into bright, saturated color and lines.  Everyone needs a muted blue color... which is why I call this one "Bridge to Color". 

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