I am often asked where I get my ideas from. I’m not sure. Only that I never know when an idea will come to me. Sometimes, just sitting out on the back deck, looking at the view, I’ll glance over at my fur-baby ( yes, I am one of THOSE people) and I think, “Wow, that would make a fun painting!” So I can say I get inspiration from all around me. And no, I don’t really see the fairies, except in my mind’s eye.
No, I do not do pet portraits, by the way. I have always thought them a recipe for failure. I do what I do very well. But to capture what makes those lovely little creatures so special and individual, is beyond me. Even my little guy, AKA “Oh, Center on the Universe”, I do not think I could paint who he is. How do I capture his joie de vivre when he hits the grass in the park and becomes a little white rocket?
I settle for trying to paint the joy I see in him. The contentment. They are so good at enjoying life’s simple pleasures, worrying only about the next walkies, the next snack, the next meal, the next snooze. We should all be so lucky.
So I stick to my imaginary world and its inhabitants. And just let myself be inspired by him.
And, finally, for those who want to know, he’s a Westie-hoo. Part Westie, part who knows.
