It’s been a while since I’ve posted any of my art, mainly because I’ve not done much.
But yesterday it hit me, hard. I ripped open the pack of watercolor paper I’d ordered last week and tore one sheet into 8″x10″ and went at one with my Inktense colored pencils and a paint brush.
And this is what came out:
Yeah it’s a little lopsided…
But I woke up this morning finally realizing what these houses mean to me. I’ve been painting/drawing them since last year (see: houses journal on flickr) and they keep popping up in my journal.
They’re usually the same shape. They always have one door and no windows. The door doesn’t have a doorknob.
I think you can guess what it means by now… but just in case. It’s feeling trapped. In a box. With no way out. No sense of what’s outside either. and just so you get an idea of how it’s situated on the page, there is nothing outside.
I guess I’ll leave it at that. In spite the kinda depressing meaning of what I painted yesterday, it felt good to make art. And I should do it more often…
But you used such a lovely expressive color for your box. Maybe that means that something about where you’re trapped actually doesn’t make you unhappy.
Either way – *hugs*, and thank you for sharing your lovely art.
*hugs* back atcha
And yes, bright lovely colors… see, I knew someone else would see the brighter side of this. 
It’s beautiful. And your interpretation seems to fall right in line with your previous post. Keep doing art; it’s good for the soul
And who knows, maybe you’ll paint your way out of that box?